Home Name: Fleur Beaumont Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Class: Adventurer Rank: D-Rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Black; Left Pelvis Face: OC (Hate-chan) by Aoi Ogata  Height: 5'6" Weight: 138 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Red Overall: With voluminous, black hair placed against her porcelain skin, Fleur is often mistaken for a ghost coming back from the depths of despair. The only sign of life comes from the scarlet eyes, intimidating in their own right. Her hourglass figure befits that of an adult, containing voluptuous curves in all the right places. Cursed with the idealistic body type, Fleur constantly finds herself bombarded with sexual harassment of all sorts. While her figure may be on the larger side of the spectrum, she refuses to don revealing clothing. The entirety of her wardrobe is shaded over in black, mostly consisting of sweaters, hoodies, skinny jeans, and tights. There are a few dresses here and there, but the ghost doesn't wear them for the most part. A fact unbeknownst to her, with such small clothing pressed against her body, it only accentuates her figure even more. Her standard outfit is her cap with the word 'hate' embedded into it, placed over a pair of sloppily done pig tails. Covering her ghostly skin are usually long-sleeved shirts, sometimes even hoodies. Following that are some black jeans or tights, wrapping around her legs. Lastly, she wears upon her feet some comfortable black and white jogging shoes. From time to time, Fleur adds along one of her many face masks or a choker. Even more seldom, she may be seen with her round glasses that envelop roughly half her face. Extra: -  Personality: Unable to be judged by following society's definition of right or wrong, Fleur proves to be unpredictable in her actions. Everything she does seems to be impetuous, regularly throwing her into impulsive situations. Socially awkward, she's developed the competence to not speak at all in order to halt any chances to embarrass herself. Because of this, an aura acting like a shield makes her extremely hard to approach. Adding fuel to the fire, she chooses dark apparel and scarlet eyes that seem to pierce through the soul, breaking the will of all possible suitors. She isn't particularly emotionless, but finds that displaying her emotions towards the generality of humans that she hasn't bonded with rather taxing and unnecessary. Due to this paired along with her physique, Fleur is usually mistaken as an ice-cold queen who knows she's a goddess and thus considers herself above everyone else. In reality, that's just a rumor founded upon a foundation of assumptions on the bashful, young lady. Along with her timidness, Fleur has no firm grasp on the morals or ethics of society as is. What's defined as right or wrong, just or unjust, is perceived by her hawk-like eyes and answered from then on. She prefers to take action on a situational level, refusing to listen to what society confines her to. Such actions could possibly lead to possibly illegal activities being committed on her part, but again, the woman chooses to be shredded at the hands of a community rather than the bloody hands of her own. Many define this trait as stubbornness whilst she considers it an unshakable will. When her mind is set upon something, it's the only time the once sheepish, little lady forces herself to speak volumes and stand up to whatever is in her way. Not only that, but Fleur is selfless at times too. She puts others' needs before her own and tries her best to mediate everything in a situation to which everyone is gay. While she has the strength to stand up for herself and what she believes in, Fleur doesn't have what it takes in order to be thrown into the position of leadership. The moment her voice is heard, she sits back down and relies on the momentum of her words make magic happen. The reticent female settles back into a reserved state and her confidence drops several levels. Tied deep inside her is the belief that she'll never change and remain to be a coward permanently. Despite her inability to be seen as a suitable candidate to talk to, she (ironically) enjoys spending her time in the most sociable areas and is often spotted at events or the like; gatherings, socials, and so on. The simplistic and friendly air that the community provides makes her feel warm and bubbly. Only when approached will her true nature be revealed, often evident by either tripping words across her own tongue or staying silent as a whole. Likes:
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