Genet, Tarotisa

[Tarotisa Genet]

b e h i n d . t h e . m a s k
Name: Call me Steve or Basker, or Baskerville – or heck HEY YOU gets the job done.
Age: I’m nineteen on July the seventh.
Gender: I’m a lady.
Comments: Musk Deer are my favorite?

o n . y o u r . f e e t
Name: Tara Nicole Genet. (Although, Tarot is her preferred nickname.)
Birthday: March 23
Gender: Female.

Eyes: Light-green.
Hair: Out of defiance to her the stereotype of her sisters, she cut her hair clean to the scalp. And tucks a feather behind her ear.

Description: Tarot calls herself ‘Fun sized.’ She’s short and thickset, complete for all of your traveling needs. Tarot is lightly tanned, with broad shoulders, and a stoic expression.

Likes: Herself, good food, and a good night’s sleep.
Dislikes: Being told what to do, Morons, and rushing things.
Demeanor: Tarot is a lovely, girl. Totally, completely. Or perhaps I am lying through my pretty little teeth at you.

She’s the kind of girl who will spit square in your face if she disagrees with you, question your motives constantly, and if you’re wise you’ll lock her in a room and stay far, far away. She does not tolerate any but her own company, and works best when she’s figuring something out for herself rather than in a group.

Tarot is not polite to strangers, and will not except higher-up’s word as law – although she is rather intimidated by authorities figures. She’s a stingy thing, and will not share her thoughts on a situation or her lunch with you.

Tarot is a bit stuck-up. She walks around with a snottish attitude that everyone is beneath her and her super-inflated ego, but so is the trauma of pampering the youngest child. She is also known for taking things that aren’t hers.

She is the kind of person that most people will ignore, or be bewildered by.

[For a more accurate representation, see Gregory House ;3 ]



s o . i s . f a t e
Shell: It is iridescent, over a film of gray. Depending which way you turn it – it has a sheen of every color of the rainbow.
Finding: To her dismay she was awoken from a completely wonderful nap when no one was home. Irritated, she found her way to the woods near her home and found the egg nestled in between the roots of a large willow.

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