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Level 19
[ Delilah Anne Fujimori ]
ⓑⓐⓢⓘⓒ ⓘⓝⓕⓞⓡⓜⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ
First Name: Delilah
Surname: Fujimori
Preferred Name: "uhh call me whatever, man."
Aliases: Del, D, "Lisa"
Gender: shes a wamen
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 132 lb
Build: petite but sturdy
Skin Color: tan
Eye Color: pale blue
Hair Style: usually straightened but c a n be curly
Hair Color: black-brown
Abnormalities: tends to lie a lot, sometimes without realizing it
Date of Birth: 2/13/2001
Place of Birth: NYC
Nationality: European/Russian
Sexual Orientation: unknown
Religious Beliefs: n/a
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Appearance: She stands at 5'6 with a petite figure usually adorned in designer fashion. Her hair covers most of her shoulders and back, stopping right about waist level. Most of the time she wears either a bunny headband or a flower crown on her head, and puts on the occasional makeup on her face. She's a lazy binch sometimes so effort isnt really her forte.
Personality: One thing most people recognize about Delilah is her tendency to act charming yet at the same time relaxed n chill. She can be pretty harsh, but her jokes and sense of humor make up for it. Under that facade though, she's a coldhearted jerk- who also can be really nice on the very rare occasion.
Character Voice:
Usually uses slang and cusses often.
(hgngng her voice sounds kinda like CarmenKing if she was to have a voice claim)
Equipment:
Carries a frying pan on her at all times for self defense.
Skills:
Skilled when it comes to fist fights or running.
Quirks:
Will often try to slip away when in an awkward situation, purely from instinct.
Family:
ℍyrokun F.
ℂloud Jr F.
Tatiana F.
Dorothy "Dolly" F.
Backstory:
In the back of the last train to New York City, two new additions to the Fujimori family were born. A baby boy and a baby girl; one screamed and shook her fists in the air while her brother was oddly quiet for a little before joining his sister. Their mother held them close as the train came to an abrupt stop, attempting to quiet them. She was weak and fragile, but hugged the infants against the current of movement.
They named the little girl Delilah, after some stupid song they thought was kinda cool (she would never admit this to a n y o n e), and treasured her as much as the others. Most of her life as a child was unmemorable, as fate would have it; her parents would often leave the house for work and come back later. Delilah would spend time with her older sister Dolly, for the majority of her childhood. Her brothers were more or less the same.
She was never one to cry, except when Dolly moved away to Karakura, Japan. It was for better education and a newer experience in terms of socializing and such. Without her around things were quieter and Delilah found herself cooped up in the bedroom more often. Eventually she followed in her sister's footsteps and moved there as well- her brothers later would too. However as soon as she arrived, Dolly was nowhere to be found. Calls to her would always go to voicemail, and they were never returned. The girl would later piece together evidence to figure out the horrid truth. Her beloved sister, perhaps even a standby mother- had perished. In cold blood. Everything went full-on turbulent in her life and completely did a 180. The rest of her life after that felt depressing and gray, not really important or necessary. Sometimes she would see Dolly in her dreams, whether it be a nightmare or actual dream. Nothing seemed to fill the void, even then.
"And the rest is history; for you, anyway. There's more than meets the eye, but who knows if it's a lie."
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