<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Keala Alohilani : Inactive</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/474x/a1/18/02/a11802ba560dfa2e4047d87fb2fa1583.jpg)<br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/474x/27/8b/ab/278babe5a017e8885abbddb3943ae830.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a7/26/00/a7260086b8c23e8fe7d3493301a05bc4.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/dc/bc/14/dcbc145815a3223c1ec27dee92b5c475.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/474x/5d/bb/cb/5dbbcbfa451436209557c0b3a2caf141.jpg)</div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Evolved Character Sheet</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Keala Alohilani<br/><strong>Codename:</strong> Codenames are for fuckin’ losers.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong> Hawaiian American<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual — As fuck.<br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong> 1<br/><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Bartender<br/><strong>Education:</strong> High School<br/><strong>Wealth Level:</strong> Working Class<br/><strong>Languages Known:</strong> Hawaiian [<em>native tongue</em>] &amp; English [<em>fluently</em>]<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5’4” — Fight her.<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 121lbs — Seriously, she can crush a man’s skull with her thighs.<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Dark Brown — Long. Brushed sometimes. Usually shoved out of the way.<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Dark Brown — Nearly black. Plus stupidly long eyelashes. (Fuck yeah for not needing to wear processed bat shit on her eyelashes.)<br/><strong>Face Claim:</strong> Naressa Valdez<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Slender, almost painfully so, because she kind of lives off coffee and never stops moving. It’s obvious that she’s got some muscle on her and it’s the kind that comes from doing real work instead of spending time in a gym. Old scars from surfing and general childhood mischief. Recently healed scars on her left thigh from where she was bitten by a tiger shark and scars on her right knuckles from punching the shark. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Most born into unfortunate situations protest against the unfairness of the universe. Keala doesn’t. (Despite being essentially orphaned, usually poor, and stuck with a party trick version of Evolution. What, that doesn’t count as complaining. It’s listing the facts.) The way she sees it, any situation can have a silver lining.<br/><br/>The above is possible because Keala is, at heart, an easygoing person. And even though she probably <em>should</em> be distrustful or at the very least cynical she’s remained quite pleased by the world in general. She loves people. People love her back. (And if they don’t, she wins them over with alcohol and puppy eyes. And if that still doesn’t win them over, well, they clearly have no fuckin’ soul.) When it comes to second chances she gives them out like candy.<br/><br/>Besides, she’s a bit too impulsive to worry about anything but the moment, leaving very little room for worrying about the future or the past. Something of an adrenaline junkie and with a little bit of a bone to pick with the whole goddamn universe, there’s no more dangerous phrase for her than <em>I dare you</em>. (Unless it’s <em>fucking fight me</em>. Which is more dangerous.) Sure, she can come across as a little aggressive, but it’s all in good fun.<br/><br/>Maybe the only thing she bothers to be insecure about anymore is the fact that she basically dragged herself through those last couple years of high school. Book learning never worked with her the way it was supposed to. People tend to think she’s dumb trash from the wrong side of the island and she’s afraid maybe that’s true. (A little.)<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Play “Two Truths and a Lie” with Keala and she’ll tell you three things. First, that she was born during the middle of a hurricane. Second, that nobody (least of all her) knew that she was Evolved until four months ago. Third, that she’s the best bartender on Oahu. Anyone who knows her would have to slap her upside the head because technically she’d be cheating. All of this is true, though the third thing isn’t entirely verifiable.<br/><br/>Native to Maui, Keala grew up bouncing from foster home to foster home. (And island to island.) The native families couldn’t afford to keep her. The white families didn’t want her because she was too dark and too “dumb”. And the Asian families wouldn’t take her in the first place. Eventually, when she was around thirteen, a mixed family on the Big Island took a shine to her.<br/><br/>While the family traditionally bred horses for the “real” ranches, her foster mom decided shortly after Keala joined them to expand into horseback tourism. This turned out to be a good idea. Helped ease the sometimes-scrabble to make ends meet. Keala was good with the horses, loved her parents, had friends. Every weekend (and most weeknights) got spent surfing at the beach down the road. Things were good, great even, aside from dealing with the mainland tourists and school being more trouble than it was worth.<br/><br/>By the time she graduated, life seemed set. Took a few years off to work at the surrounding ranches and get her hands dirty. Went back to community college when she turned twenty-four so she could get an associates in business. All so that she could inherit the family ranch and live happily in her own slice of paradise. Too fuckin’ bad life had other plans.<br/><br/>While out surfing with her friends one early morning a tiger shark mistook her for some kind of tasty sea life. It nearly took off her leg.While she was busy beating the damn thing off, she started to bleed <em>stars</em>. Didn’t take long for the shark to decide it wasn’t worth the trouble. By the time she got back to shore, the worst of the bleeding had stopped, and the stars with it. Her confused friends helped her tourniquet the wound and got her to the hospital in Hilo. What should’ve required surgery, maybe amputation, only needed three stitches.<br/><br/>Useless as her Evolution seemed to be, it was still an Evolution. Dangerous to the people who loved her. Didn’t take a genius to figure out that much. It would’ve been too much to ditch her parents without telling them why. Backfired a little. They were all about keeping her safe with them and covering for her. But that was a fuckin’ terrible idea and Keala wasn’t about to drag them down with her. So she packed up her things and headed for the relative anonymity of Oahu.<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong> The ocean and anything related to it. Puzzles, particularly those 3D wooden ones, those are the <em>shit</em>. Horses. Surfing. Pushing her body to its limits. Superhero movies and comics. Old school rock and roll.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Tourists. People who want her for an ‘exotic’ fling. Stupidly fancy cocktails. Most book learning on account of her dyslexia. Being confined indoors. Hospitals.<br/><strong>Strengths:</strong> Strong-willed. Gets along well with people. Strong swimmer. Good with horses. Mixes alcohol like the fuckin’ pro she is. Accepts people as they are. Makes the best of situations.<br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Naive &amp; idealistic. Small martyr complex. Gets attached too quickly. Unambitious. Easily underestimated by basically everyone, including herself.<br/><strong>On's &amp; Off's:</strong> O&amp;O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175444.0) Ons include…uh…attractive, smart, kind people? Sex hasn’t been a thing yet because she doesn’t do sex without relationships. And she’s never gotten beyond the puppy crush stage to the relationship stage. Woe is fuckin’ her. Offs include bullies and being fetishized for her race.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Notes</span></strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Powers</span></strong><br/></span><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Indestructible-ish (7):</strong> Hard to injure and quick to heal. Bones just don’t break anymore, even when she falls out a two story window. (Long fuckin’ story.) Cuts heal over with some pretty awesome silvery scars even if she doesn’t bother with stitches. Infections? Nah, bro. It’s not like she’s ready to throw herself in front of a bullet or chop off a limb to see what’ll happen, but she seems to be pretty solid against the usual damage people get by living.</span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Bleeds Stars (2):</strong> No, fuckin’ literally. Cut her knuckles and watch as stars, literal goddamn stars the size of dimes, come spilling out along with that red stuff that makes people human. Takes them a while to burn out and, you know, they’re great for saving money on candles. And she could probably throw them at people? But she was never so great at softball. It’s basically a party trick that she can’t even use at parties without getting maybe hunted down.</span></li></ul></div></div></div></div>