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Satanic Nightjar

Satanic Nightjar

reach for the stars and don't settle for the moon
A.T.S.H.T.F. - The Cast​

Below I've included an outline for character creation. Of course, you don't have to follow it exactly, but you do have to include all of the elements provided in order to be considered as a cast member. You can add anything you want, rearrange it as you see fit, code it, whatever you'd like.

You can submit multiple applications, but only one may be accepted unless we are short on roleplayers. So feel free to pop in a couple characters, I'll have fun learning about them, but be willing to give them up.

And before anyone asks, yes, you can play a zombie. You can even play an alien if you want.

I can't wait to see what you come up with!

Name:
Nickname/Alias:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:

Physical Description: (can be given in paragraph form or in bullet points, both are acceptable.)

Persona: (again, can be given in paragraph form or in a list.)

Background: (Where were they before everything went to hell? Who were they? What were they doing?)
 

make it dark, make it grim, make it tough. but then, for the love of god, tell a joke.​


ASHER DAWN - WIP

basics
name | asher jay dawn
alias | ash, aj
age | 29
gender | cisgender male
sexuality | bicurious

physical
height | 6'1
weight | 192 lbs
style | color? who's she?
scars | a burn on his left hand, an old bullet wound in his shoulder
distinguishing characteristics | walks with a bit of a limp from an injury sustained in the early days of the apocalypse. doesn't interfere greatly with his mobility, but it's noticeable
supplies | a pocket knife, a waterproof jacket, a sleeping bag, two bottles of water, a couple days' worth of food

persona
positive traits | calm under pressure, can be rather funny, deep down in there he really does have a heart (promise), knows how to talk his way out of situations.
negative traits | can lose his temper, his sense of humor is VERY dark at times, can come off as emotionless and cold.
likes | fights (arguments or physical, and he doesn't tend to lose), solitude, travelling, black coffee,
dislikes| like 90% of people, soda, children,
habits | smoking, telling bad jokes, going off the grid for extended periods of time, never checking his phone, getting into trouble
mbti | entp
moral alignment | chaotic good

background
before
he left his home before any of the disastrous events occurred, on one of his (more frequent than he'd care to admit) spontaneous trips around the country. per usual, he took his minivan and packed clothes and food and money to last a while, assuming he'd return within a couple of months. he had no obligations or attachments, and hadn't since the passing of his mother three years ago. only a very few cases had been recorded at that point. however, only a few short weeks into his travels, word of the epidemic reached him. he wasn't overly concerned - he rarely ran into anyone, anyways, but he was deeply disturbed the first time he came to a store, for supplies, and found it abandoned, glass shattered.
the bombs started dropping soon after. he saw it on the news on his phone, miraculously deciding to check it for the first time in weeks. he gathered up as many supplies as he could and made his way across the country, stopping at the home of a friend of his mother who lived far away from where most of the fighting was happening. she kindly took him in and provided him with a space in her basement, food, and gas masks should it come to that.
she was infected shortly after. he doesn't like to talk about what happened, but the end result was two bullets in her skull and an image burned into his mind that he'll never forget.
he stayed at that house though, hasn't left since except for when absolutely necessary. not another person has crossed his path since her death.
after
tba​

 
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Octavia Black

Nickname/Alias:
Doesn't have any, just goes by Octavia

Age:
26
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Physical Description:
Height: 5'3
Weight: 137lbs
Skin: Fair, lightly bronzed
Scars: a large scar on her upper left thigh in the shape of a horse shoe, obviously from getting kicked by a horse.
Distinguishable Features: Octavia has a birthmark on her lower back slightly to the right side and its almost in the shape of a diamond

Supplies:

Has a handgun strapped to her upper thigh, a rifle around her shoulder and a large hunting knife strapped to her belt.

Backpack Contents:
-Canned food
-Crackers
-small bag of oats
-Deodorant
-Bar of soap
-5x bottles of water
- Pull-over Hoodie
-Fold able dog bowl
-Ammunition for both guns

Saddle Bags:
-Carrots
-Apples
-Pears
-Brush
-3x Bottles of water

Octavia's horse Jack whom she's had for the last five years of her life, she was able to save him from their farm.
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Persona:

Positive Traits

+ Mature
+ Humble
+ Self-Reliant
+ Observant
+ Loyal

negative traits-

- Clumsy
- Hot-Headed
- Over Thinker
- Doesn't trust easily
- Distant

likes- x

+ Animals
+ Shooting
+ Nature
+ Singing
+ Honesty

dislikes- x

- Liars
- Entitlement
- Rain
- Cold
- Unhelpful People

habits- x
Octavia has a bad habit of fiddling with things when shes nervous, she will fiddle with objects around her or even her hair. Also if in a good mood she will hum quietly to herself

moral alignment- Neutral
zodiac- Taurus


Background:

Before

As a young girl, Octavia lived with her parents on their farm they had horses, cows, chickens and even a few goats. Farming was a large part of Octavia's life and she knew that she would want one of her own, maybe not the cows though. Octavia had just gotten her certification before her 21st birthday and her parents had surprised her with her very own horse, Jack. The gelding was a rescue and Octavia had to work really hard to gain his trust but that horse would step in front of a train for her now if she asked him to. After Octavia graduated highschool she went right into medical school, EMT was what she had wanted to since she was a high school student. Following her schooling she graduated and got on as an EMT for the local hospital. Octavia loved her job, she took pride in helping people. Octavia was saving up to purchase her own little hobby farm while working. She was just about to have enough for a down payment when everything started breaking lose around town.

The line of work she was into went into a frenzy as the outbreak continued, people were dying left, right and centre. Octavia wasn't sure how their hospital's or morgue's were going to be able to house the people and bodies of the dead. Finally it hit the hospital, a few people in intensive care had mutated into these lifeless, blood thirsty beings who didn't know who or what they were anymore. Octavia eventually left the city, taking the money she had saved and moving back home to the family farm but it wasn't to long and both her parent's had gotten sick. At first Octavia believed it to be a different illness but as time went on she knew what would eventually have to be done. The gun case upstairs in the hallway had all the guns and ammunition and it finally came the time where she had to put her family out of their misery, before it got to the point that it was to late. A few weeks after making grave sites for her parents, a group of infected stormed the property. They took the lives of almost all of the livestock, Jack and her mothers horse Rose were the only two close to the house for Octavia to save. Jack was only a three year old when she had received him but now he was a strong eight year old. Octavia decided to stay at the farm for another week or so before the infected started to come for frequently. On an early morning, Octavia had woken to Jack's ear piercing whinny, there was an infected and it had gotten to Rose. Rose was an older horse and unfortunately would not have made the kind of journey that she and Jack would. Octavia packed the essentials and stuffed what she could into Jack's saddle bags. The black western saddle and the white an black checker pad fit onto his back perfectly and the black western bridle with split reins to match. Octavia knew they couldn't stay here any longer, the infection was spreading like wild fire.

After

WIP​
 
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Jadzia
twenty-six — female — bisexual


Jadzia S.
— A Survivor
"if you don't want me, don't mess with my feelings."


Name — Jadzia Rio Sanchez
Nicknames — Jade, Zia
Age — Twenty-six
Birthday — January 22nd
Zodiac — Aquarius
Sexuality — Bisexual
Pronouns — She/her

Height — 5'7
Hair — Shoulder length dark brown hair
Eyes — Dark brown
Build — Slender but toned from kickboxing and running
Mods — Various piercings
Scars — All over the place
Distinguishing Features — Full lips, small nose, high cheekbones, strong eyes
Ethnicity — Puerto Rican

MBTI — The Commander (ENTJ)
Enneagram — Chaotic Neutral
Alignment — The Challenger (8)

Likes —
Dislikes —

Habits —
Fears —

Vices —
Virtues —

Supplies — Backpack, two water bottles, waterproof jacket, sleeping bag, hunting knife, handgun, rifle, two collapsable dog bowls, few cans of dog food, few days supply of food, her dog, matches, flashlight

Family —
[Name] | Mom | Stay-at-home mom | Deceased
relationship here

[Name] | Dad | Military Lieutenant | Deceased
relationship here

Backstory — before -

after -

Extra — She has her dad's ex-military dog Lux with her

coded by cherry !! 🍒
 
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coded by weldherwings.


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Full Name: Yang Junyoung, simply goes by, June.
Age: Twenty-Six.
Gender: Cis Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic
Ethnicity: Korean.
Birthday: December 24, Capricorn


Hair: Short hair, stopping around mid-ear. June's hair is naturally brown, however, it is rarely ever seen this way as he preferred to keep it black. While it's not dry, it is damaged from the constant dying without rest.
Eyes: Dark brown and monolided.
Skin: A light beige color.
Height: 178 cm (5'10")
Weight: 60kg (132 lbs)
Physical Build: Ectomorph
Style: Normally, but not as nice because, we are in the apocalypse after all.
Physical condition: There is nothing wrong with him physically, he is just a bit on the weaker side.
Mental Condition: During his childhood, June was diagnosed with selective mutism. In certain social situations, he finds himself silent, not because he doesn't want to talk, but because he can't. It was just assumed that he was a quieter kid until his behavior was noticed by a doctor in his teens. He learned how to deal with some of the anxieties that cause this reaction. However, there is one person who can still trigger his freeze response. He is embarrassed about this.
Face Claim: Kim Doyoung

Positive traits:
~Direct - He prefers to use few words over many, meaning he can usually get his point across quickly.
~Disciplined and Responsible.
~Patient.
~Independent.
~Organized.

Negative Traits:
~Insensitive
~Self-blaming.
~Perfectionist.
~Private

History: WIP

Before:

After:

Supplies (Carried within a large over the shoulder bag):
~ Switchblade
~ A filtered water bottle
~ A small amount of canned food and granola bars
~ A few Ibuprofen
~ Notepad and pens
~ Flashlight
~ Batteries
~ A Multitool
~ A dark blanket

Extra:
~ MBTI - ISTJ "The Logistician"
~ Alignment - True Neutral
~ Enneagram - (1) The Reformer
~ Fluent in English, Korean, and ASL.
 
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  • Name: O'hera Wilson
    Nickname/Alias: The ghoul (He'll just be called ghoul once you meet him and gain his trust)
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male ( he/him )
    Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
    Physical description:
    Height: 6'2"
    Weight: 178ibs.
    skin tone: pale skin
    eye color: blue

    natural hair color: brunnet

 
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*I swear I'm a good writer, I'm just bad at coding so I apologize if these are bland*

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Name: Rosalie Johnson
Nickname/Alias: Rose
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual Biromantic
***
Physical Description: Rose is 5'7" and weighs around 160lbs. She has a half shaven head, while the rest of her hair is very blonde. Adorning her back, she has black angel wing tattoos that start at the top of her shoulders and end at the bottom, wrapping somewhat around to her hips. A distinct feature of hers is a scar on her top lip that has resulted in a slight cleft lip on the right side, giving her lips a bit of a pouty look.
***
Persona: When you first meet her, Rose can be a little intimidating as she is not one for talking. But as you get to know her, she is very open and can potentially be one of your closest friends but because of the apocalypse and the shift in human decency it takes her much longer to warm up to you. She is strong willed and strategic in the way she handles certain situations, making her a good asset within a teamwork system. She likes music, tattoos, and food that isn't canned. She hates annoying people, travelling at night, pop music.
Background:
Before - Rose was once on the rise to becoming a lawyer, a really good lawyer, but the life that it required her to life was just not what she wanted. The job would have trapped her in a cycle and that was what she was afraid of. So, she dropped the occupation, got her tattoo and shaved the side of her head, and obtained a job as a server at a biker bar. Every night was new and had exciting new events and she thrived in that setting.
After - The day things started going bad was when she was on shift and one of the regulars wandered in not looking so good... and then chaos. Rose made it her mission to make it back to her house as fast as she could and collected her things, including the little hand gun she kept hidden in a safe in her closet. She thought she'd be alone, but her musician neighbor has stuck by her side since the start as well. With their cautious travelling, the duo have survived easily.

*I understand that this will have the possibility of being discarded but I'm bored and thought it would be fun*

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Name: Elias Humphrey
Nickname/Alias: Eli
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
***
Physical Description: Eli stands at about 6'2" and weighs 190lbs. His hair is spiky and blonde though his dark roots are starting to show through and the sides are buzzed but also growing back. His body is covered in tattoos, from the tops of his shoulders down his arms, torso, stomach, back and legs. He has his ears pierced on both sides, one side having a simple small stud and the other having a dangling cross. Other than his body modifications he has no scars or imperfections to his skin.
***
Persona: Eli is both energetic and chill, depending on his mood. He can be super laid back and not have a care in the world (despite the chaos he lives in) but can have his mood completely switch to energetic with the need to constantly be moving. With his eagerness for adventure and adrenaline he works well within a group to go head first into danger and have it somehow pay off. His friendly personality also helps him get along with people and his charisma also works well when it comes to strangers and charming his way out of sticky situations. He likes rock and rap music, being intoxicated (in appropriate moments), and sleep. He hates long bits of travel, commitment, and bad hygiene.
Background:
Before - Eli may have seemed like a loser to some people, having been in a band that had only been successful in local bars. On his off days he spent time with his roommates, drinking and getting high, and most often times had a lady on his arm. Eli never really had ambition in life, he just wanted to ride the wave until the day he dies. But that changed when a new instinct to survive in a dying world took over.
After - Eli had woken up late, with a hangover after a night of partying, to thumping on his door and his roommates acting strange. It was that moment he knew he had to get away to somewhere safe. When he had noticed his neighbor was home he wandered over to make sure she was okay and compromise on a way to survive with each other. With their similarities he enjoyed his new companion and found ways to survive in a world that would otherwise be deemed doomed.
 
Name: Rhys Fairweather
Nickname/Alias: Rhys
Age: 29 years old
Gender: Cis male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

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Physical Description: Rhys is about 5'6 tall and weights 145 pounds, which makes him...pretty avergae though (tell him he's average and he'll most likely be proud of it). He has a fairly slim build and isn't the strongest.

Persona: Stubborn, sarcastic, egostic, but also very silent (somehow managed to make it a habit to be super quiet? People tell him to announce himself but he is like "...acknowledged.") and enjoys other peoples company. Can generally be more hard to have around due to his more abrasive personality.

Background: Rhys was born to Joey Fairweather and Virginia Fairweather-Siliciano (which makes him half-italian but he hates being called that). His mom died during childhood, so Joey cared for him for his entire life. He never had any big problems with other kids, but also never had a lot of friends. Over the time, he slowly became selective mute, only talking to his dad and no one else - and up to today, it is unclear why it is like that. Doctors think it might have to do with his general loneliness. Before everything happened, he actually worked as an interior designer.

Medical Infos: Deaf and selective mute, also has a limp on his right leg. He uses a cane to walk and absolutely hates telling others how he got that limp - not because it was brutal, but because it was downright stupid.

Other: Incredibly good at memorizing places, drawing maps and reading maps. Fluent in English and ASL, also very good at reading peoples gestures.
 
skit sullivan
shit.
mr loverman by ricky montgomery
if beauty is pain, then damn, lover, call me aphrodite

best for modern, low fantasy, vampire au, prince
tags skitsull
name — jamie shay sullivan
alias — skit, skittery
age — 24
gender — cis male
pronouns — he/him
sexuality — polyamorous demi bisexual
birthday — aug. 20th
occupation — grad student, aerospace engineering major, intern at nasa

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hair — deep coffee brown, nearly black. cropped shorter in the back and tousled longer in the front.
eyes — hazel, but typically appear green or brown depending on the light. alluring, but sad. there's something inside of them you can't quite figure out, but you're drawn to anyways.
height — 6'0" even.
build — not a small guy. broad-shouldered, muscular, divine—as if the gods sculpted his form themselves.
tattoos — roses on right hip, knife on left hip, moon phases across shoulderblades, all in black and white linework.
piercings — both earlobes, two black hoops on left ear, nipples. in the future, he wants to get his septum pierced.
scars — one long pale scar spanning his right wrist to his elbow from a dog attack when he was a child.

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bio — tw alcoholism, abusive partner. skit was born jamie shay sullivan to penny and kian sullivan. he has a younger sister of four years named amalie, who he loves dearly. when he was seven, the family moved to new york, and at age twelve, his parents had a clean divorce. until high school, he spent two weeks with his mother, and two weeks with his father. in high school, he spent all of his time with his dad in order to create a cleaner study regime. in his junior year, skit began drinking as a way to cope with his insomnia. he became entirely dependent on the substance in senior year and again in his sophomore year of college after taking a gap year in france. now, skit still drinks but doesn't need it to fall asleep, though he will still slip up on the occasion. he attends school in new york, set to get his masters in aerospace engineering within the next two years.

in the middle of his junior year, skit began dating a girl named carmen. she was pretty, she was kind, she was everything that he thought he wanted. however, no sooner than two months in did she begin to control. she wanted to know how much he'd been drinking and tried to force him to stop, never minding the fact that she drank herself. she wouldn't let him out late, and she always tried to pressure him into doing things he didn't want to do. three months in, she tried to force herself on him after he told her no multiple times—and as big as he is, skit accidentally pushed her off of the bed, giving her a concussion. the relationship lasted a rocky and terrible three months after that, culmination in a slap from carmen over something skit doesn't even remember. he broke up with her, packed his bags, and went back to live in the dorm rooms.

it would be easy to say, now, that skit is doing better. he drinks less, sleeps more, runs in the mornings, calls his mom at least three times a week. but he's still got a fair share of problems, with diagnoses out the wazoo and grades to keep up through it all.

and, well, the apocalypse.

skit hasn't yet found anyone that's been worth keeping as a partner. he's faster and stronger on his own, his capable body able to outrun and outlast most of his competitors. he's on lookout for his family--he hasn't heard from them since shit started going down, and he's worried.

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traits — sad bitch, bad bitch, dumb bitch, genius but you would literally never know, (1) brain cell, occasionally aggressive, doesn't sleep, loyal, analytical, sexy as hell, charismatic, not very emotionally intelligent, selective, closed off, deep lover, brash. genuinely tries his best, but often has poor execution.
strengths — math & logic—can perform calculus in his head, fluent in french, can play the violin
weaknesses — deeply afraid of dogs, doesn't take care of himself well
disabilities & disorders — depression, sleep paralysis. needs reading glasses.

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enneagram — 8, "the challenger"
mbti — istj, "the logistician"
alignment — neutral good
sign — leo
house — slytherin
extra — pinterest, playlist
coded by incandescent
 
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  • Name: Askar Ilyasov
    Nickname/Alias: Now goes as "Andrew" for American convenience (or "scar")
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Sexual Orientation: Repressed homosexual
    Birthplace: Ulan-Ude, Buryatia, Russia
    Occupation: Bomber pilot
 
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Hey everyone! The deadline for characters is the end of today (I'm in EST). I'm going to PM you and let you know whether you've been accepted into the cast hopefully tomorrow or Monday, and the RP will start shortly after that!
 
If you don't think I'm a princess, you're a hundred percent right. I'm the fucking queen.

brielle sangrey - 23 - female - heterosexual





Name: Brielle Sangrey
Nickname/Alias: Brie, Elle
Age: 23
Gender: Cis Female (she/her)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Physical Description: From her strong jaw and strong eyebrows to her lean and toned body, Lena exhales confidence. She stands at 5'5 tall but seems somehow to look taller, maybe an illusion from her lean legs. Her brown hair extends well to the middle of her back, and she usually wears it in a ponytail. She has a delicate nose, full lips, and brown almond eyes. Her tan skin shows her Latino heritage.

Persona: Lena has a strong character and won't let people tell her what to do. She can be as stubborn as a mountain against the wind, but she's strong-willed and will get what she wants. However, she's not irrational -- she recognizes when she needs to follow orders for the best of the situation, she just prefers to follow herself. She speaks her mind and isn't afraid of what others will think of her.

Background:
Lena lives with her family in a big property. The terrain has been in the family for generations and is currently owned by Lena's grandmother, Elizabeth. The two-story house is surrounded by a huge garden with flowers and vegetables and what they call "The Forest". Most of her free time Lena will spend in the forest, lying in a hammock and reading a book, or helping her grandmother in the garden. Ever since she was a girl she took an interest in gardening and over the years she learned how to identify plants and herbs, helping her grandma to preserve all types of foods. Elizabeth also raised chickens and fishes in the big pond behind the house, where her grandfather taught her how to fish.

She lives with her parents and younger sister in her grandmother's house. She was always close to Elizabeth, and when the elder fell ill with Alzheimer's, Lena took online classes and courses to become her grandmother's caregiver. She reduced her work hours to part-time so she can spend more time taking care of Elizabeth and her beloved garden. Lena took after her grandmother in the sense that she loves harvesting vegetables and cooking, and everything had always been available right at their backyard.

Lena is determined and never lets anything stop her. When she was a kid she had a great interest in sports, but her asthma made it harder for her to participate. She didn't let that stop her, though, and took every effort possible to overcome her shortcomings, eventually becoming proficient in volleyball and running. Still, she can't go anywhere without her inhaler, and she often suffers from asthma attacks. All the cardio work definitely paid off, however, helping decrease the number of attacks she has over the years. She doesn't go a day without going for a run.


coded by weldherwings.


Name: Brielle Sangrey
Nickname/Alias: Brie, Elle
Age: 23
Gender: Cis Female (she/her)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Physical Description: From her strong jaw and strong eyebrows to her lean and toned body, Lena exhales confidence. She stands at 5'5 tall but seems somehow to look taller, maybe an illusion from her lean legs. Her brown hair extends well to the middle of her back, and she usually wears it in a ponytail. She has a delicate nose, full lips, and brown round eyes. Her tan skin shows her Latino heritage.

Persona: Lena has a strong character and won't let people tell her what to do. She can be as stubborn as a mountain against the wind, but she's strong-willed and will get what she wants. However, she's not irrational -- she recognizes when she needs to follow orders for the best of the situation, she just prefers to follow herself. She speaks her mind and isn't afraid of what others will think of her.

Background:
Lena lives with her family in a big property. The terrain has been in the family for generations and is currently owned by Lena's grandmother, Elizabeth. The two-story house is surrounded by a huge garden with flowers and vegetables and what they call "The Forest". Most of her free time Lena will spend in the forest, lying in a hammock and reading a book, or helping her grandmother in the garden. Ever since she was a girl she took an interest in gardening and over the years she learned how to identify plants and herbs, helping her grandma to preserve all types of foods. Elizabeth also raised chickens and fishes in the big pond behind the house, where her grandfather taught her how to fish.

She lives with her parents and younger sister in her grandmother's house. She was always close to Elizabeth, and when the elder fell ill with Alzheimer's, Lena took online classes and courses to become her grandmother's caregiver. She reduced her work hours to part-time so she can spend more time taking care of Elizabeth and her beloved garden. Lena took after her grandmother in the sense that she loves harvesting vegetables and cooking, and everything had always been available right at their backyard.

Lena is determined and never lets anything stop her. When she was a kid she had a great interest in sports, but her asthma made it harder for her to participate. She didn't let that stop her, though, and took every effort possible to overcome her shortcomings, eventually becoming proficient in volleyball and running. Still, she can't go anywhere without her inhaler, and she often suffers from asthma attacks. All the cardio work definitely paid off, however, helping decrease the number of attacks she has over the years. She doesn't go a day without going for a run.
 
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