<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">†• † • Netanya Areli Harel • † •†</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">• Lemon Lime •</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv301/mh0916/assassin_by_selworks-d4h5qlx-1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br/>Netanya, it’s my name after all. Some people call me Netty, that’s fine too.  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong>  <br/> Female  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong>  <br/> 27  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong>  <br/> Men, mostly. Many people speculate one way or the other and no one has ever been corrected or confirmed correct.   <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br/> Tracker/Scout <br/><br/> <strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong>  <br/> Extremely enhanced senses... with a catch. If she wishes to enhance her ability to hear (like a pin drop in a crowded, noisy room), she must cut off all other senses, sight goes black, she can’t feel, smell, taste, everything else is gone. Her body freezes much like a statue and she can “flip back to normal” by focusing herself back or if she’s attacked and physically harmed. In order to have one extra strong sense she must lose all others.  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong>  <br/> I’m nice, quiet, and everyone thinks I’m analyzing them. Truth be told I am a little, but mostly because I’m not the best at socializing. I have friends and I’m generally nice to people. I’m often sitting alone reading, or practicing on focusing my senses – I want more control of them and when I practice I’m vulnerable and don’t want to many people around. Because of all my reading and alone time I am sometimes a know-it-all. A lot of reading over the years makes you that way. I got my job from my gifts and perfected it(or trying to) – which is where my confidence comes from. I am the first to go out in a hunting party and the best tracker in the business, at least in my opinion. Although I sometimes wish I had more friends I will never admit it and am more likely to ignore people that come up acting “to friendly”. Despite my stand off nature I tend to be(“tend to” being key there) a good person, even though I usually have a scowl on my face.   <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong>  <br/> Oh you know, here, there, and even over there. Honestly my life is pretty straight forward. Do I want to tell you about it? Not really, no. Will I... sure. Raised by my mother who was a well established doctor and no father. Mom didn’t like discussing the details and eventually I found out he turned into a Reaver and was killed later. That all happened when I was barely 5 but then I was already discovering my “gifts” as mom kept calling them. <br/><br/>One day I was reading and having difficulty, I concentrated harder and harder when all of a sudden, light flooded my eyes, things became more clear, the words on the page vibrant and the world around me in all new details – but at the same time, my hearing cut out, I couldn’t feel, move, smell and I panicked. Within a flash it was all gone and I sat in my chair panting and terrified. From then on I was taught how to focus on one, I how to make sure when I “went statue” to be up against a wall, so nothing could come up behind me, to be able to come back faster, easier. And learning that when I get punched in the face it brings me back even faster – and I can definitely feel a broken nose, afterwards. <br/><br/>I trained to be athletic, strong, fast, to run for days and then slow myself down to “focus my senses”. Mom didn’t like that I was becoming a nimble girl with a knife and tried to get me to do anything else, that was not about to happen. I loved and resented my abilities but worked my butt off to hone them, and make myself stronger – no point in being weak if I constantly make myself prone to attack. Although, all the muscles in the world don’t stop sludge or an axe from destroying you when you can’t move. <br/><br/>Mom checked out mentally years ago, due to all the horrifying crap she had seen as a doctor - and then died a year ago at her own hand. I never talk about it and never will... ever. No siblings and now I live alone reading any book, manual, pamphlet, anything I can get my hands on and working. <br/><br/>I lead a most exciting life. Not really, but my job keeps things interesting. I don’t really discuss what I do but I don’t really have anyone to discuss anything with. A few friends sure, I tried a boyfriend but it didn’t work out, but no one I’m super close with. <br/><br/>Everyone understands my gifts and because of that many people think I’m spying on them. It also doesn’t help that I don’t tend to be around many people, it still bothers me that I can be so vulnerable. I am a bit misunderstood but I don’t feel the need to correct people or try to convince them of who I really am. Being an enigma is something I’m a bit fond of – I like to keep people guessing, if they are guessing... I’m not real sure.<br/><br/></span>