Post by Aeenmae Fontine on Feb 6, 2019 23:42:46 GMT
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Aeenmae bears the striking green eyes typical to her family, but the golden-blonde hair that makes them shine is all her own. Mae got the genes that her eldest brother did, putting her at a lofty 5'11"; she would be thin and reedy to match if not for the Huntress training that filled out her musculature and thereby filled out her form. Medium of bust and hips, she would be more attractive if she ever put real effort into her appearance. Instead, her tomboyish nature leaves her with a cheeky, unkempt look that matches the grin that is always playing about her lips, as if she is aware of a joke that no one else has yet spotted.
Positive Traits: Genuine — Lively — Loyal — Gregarious — Witty — Articulate
Negative Traits: Bawdy — Flippant — Dismissive — Indifferent — Brusque — Obscene
Mae's earliest memories are not ones she is fond of, blurry and disorganized and full of trying to be the Big SisterTM for Melanine, her younger sister, while her mother spent away all their money on illicit substances. Her older brother, Altimeda, was her rock, and also the one who kept all the evidence of their mother's transgressions. An early-morning argument saw that woman pulled from their lives in handcuffs, the cold eyes of her father, Gaelyn, watching her go with a mixture of disgust and heartbreak. That look is what stands out most clearly in her memories.
Life was better, after that. Their family was affluent, and with her mother out of the picture, Aeenmae was free to get back to her childhood. A childhood, she found, that her forced growing up had distanced her from. Making friends when you were ten years more mature than your age suggested proved difficult, and as such Mae spent more time wandering the city than she did playing with friends. She knew the city like the proverbial back of her hand by the time she was ten.
Being born into the Fontine family and not having any grand aspirations was something of a hard-knock life. Altimeda was a genius and a researcher and a Huntsman; Melanine, born only a few years later than Aeenmae, started showing signs of talent and savantism before Mae was out of primary school. Mae herself never found her groove, never found her spark, and subsequently, never found her Semblance until she was halfway through her second year at Atlas. Like lighting a match, though, when it was found, she sparked to life—more literally than she would have liked. Her Semblance ignition detonated a storeroom full of dust crystals, and the ensuing conflagration would have cost her life if not for her Aura—as it did the two school faculty members that had been along with her to fetch the dust. A routine training exercise became a week-long coma followed by questions that so closely mirrored interrogation that saw Altimeda "politely" ask the interviewers to leave. They were resistant for a moment, but the sudden distant sound of a church bell sent them packing.
In the days to come, Aeenmae's memories would piece themselves back together from her concussion, and she would be filled in on the details of the accident. The explosion, the damage she had been done, the two women whose lives had been lost; the spark that had ignited in her tried to dim, then, and it was only a long, arduous, nearly-overnight conversation with her brother that kept her fire going. It was he who helped her get back on her feet, trained with her once she was free of the casts and crutches and memory lapses, and encouraged her to get back into Atlas Academy.
With a fire lit in her heart for the first time in her life, Mae threw herself at Atlas Academy with all she had, and finally, the fruition of her heritage came through. She rose to the top of her classes, found herself a few good friends, a team, and a weapon that matched her much-maligned Semblance, and set herself on a path to get over the bland, indecisive past to which she had accrued a debt.
Aeenmae Fontine
Character Application
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Appearance
Aeenmae bears the striking green eyes typical to her family, but the golden-blonde hair that makes them shine is all her own. Mae got the genes that her eldest brother did, putting her at a lofty 5'11"; she would be thin and reedy to match if not for the Huntress training that filled out her musculature and thereby filled out her form. Medium of bust and hips, she would be more attractive if she ever put real effort into her appearance. Instead, her tomboyish nature leaves her with a cheeky, unkempt look that matches the grin that is always playing about her lips, as if she is aware of a joke that no one else has yet spotted.
Personality
Positive Traits: Genuine — Lively — Loyal — Gregarious — Witty — Articulate
Negative Traits: Bawdy — Flippant — Dismissive — Indifferent — Brusque — Obscene
History
Mae's earliest memories are not ones she is fond of, blurry and disorganized and full of trying to be the Big SisterTM for Melanine, her younger sister, while her mother spent away all their money on illicit substances. Her older brother, Altimeda, was her rock, and also the one who kept all the evidence of their mother's transgressions. An early-morning argument saw that woman pulled from their lives in handcuffs, the cold eyes of her father, Gaelyn, watching her go with a mixture of disgust and heartbreak. That look is what stands out most clearly in her memories.
Life was better, after that. Their family was affluent, and with her mother out of the picture, Aeenmae was free to get back to her childhood. A childhood, she found, that her forced growing up had distanced her from. Making friends when you were ten years more mature than your age suggested proved difficult, and as such Mae spent more time wandering the city than she did playing with friends. She knew the city like the proverbial back of her hand by the time she was ten.
Being born into the Fontine family and not having any grand aspirations was something of a hard-knock life. Altimeda was a genius and a researcher and a Huntsman; Melanine, born only a few years later than Aeenmae, started showing signs of talent and savantism before Mae was out of primary school. Mae herself never found her groove, never found her spark, and subsequently, never found her Semblance until she was halfway through her second year at Atlas. Like lighting a match, though, when it was found, she sparked to life—more literally than she would have liked. Her Semblance ignition detonated a storeroom full of dust crystals, and the ensuing conflagration would have cost her life if not for her Aura—as it did the two school faculty members that had been along with her to fetch the dust. A routine training exercise became a week-long coma followed by questions that so closely mirrored interrogation that saw Altimeda "politely" ask the interviewers to leave. They were resistant for a moment, but the sudden distant sound of a church bell sent them packing.
In the days to come, Aeenmae's memories would piece themselves back together from her concussion, and she would be filled in on the details of the accident. The explosion, the damage she had been done, the two women whose lives had been lost; the spark that had ignited in her tried to dim, then, and it was only a long, arduous, nearly-overnight conversation with her brother that kept her fire going. It was he who helped her get back on her feet, trained with her once she was free of the casts and crutches and memory lapses, and encouraged her to get back into Atlas Academy.
With a fire lit in her heart for the first time in her life, Mae threw herself at Atlas Academy with all she had, and finally, the fruition of her heritage came through. She rose to the top of her classes, found herself a few good friends, a team, and a weapon that matched her much-maligned Semblance, and set herself on a path to get over the bland, indecisive past to which she had accrued a debt.
Faceclaim
Frederica Miyamotofrom iDOLM@STER: Cinderella Girls
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