Do you hear the crashing waves?

"I suppose I better talk about me, then."

Name: Antonia Wright
Nicknames: Ant, Toni
Age: Twenty-five
Race: Human
Culture: Mistan
Sexuality: Pansexual
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Likes:
𓇼 Studying: Antonia wishes to learn about everything and everyone. She will often people-watch to learn about who they are and how they interact with the world.
𓇼 Poetry: From a young age, Antonia would take time out of her day to write poems; it’s her way of putting down how she felt about things she’s experienced.
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Dislikes:
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Fears:
𓇼 Failure: Antonia has a goal–bringing back a story worthy of impressing her family back in the Mist Isles.
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𓇼 Biggest Flaw: Antonia struggles with meeting new people, growing quiet in crowds of people.
𓇼 Biggest Strength: -
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Mental State: Antonia is incredibly mentally stable, lacking any affliction.
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Attitude: She’s incredibly timid, not wanting to upset anyone so saying things she feels will appeal to whoever she’s conversing with.
Intelligence: Antonia is reasonably intelligent, smart enough to know right from wrong, though she can be easily influenced.
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Peaceful or Violent: Antonia is peaceful; she wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Personality: She is a sweet, albeit quiet, woman. It takes a while for her to warm up to someone.
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Sociability: Antonia is very introverted, though those who know her describe her as a bubbly chatterbox.

"Perceive me kindly, your eyes hold weight."

Antonia is a very unassuming woman. Standing, slightly lopsided, at five foot three and walks with a constant limp. She lacks any blemishes that could be caused by fighting though her fingers can sometimes be seen stained with ink.Her face, unburdened and still full of youth flushes a rosy pink by simple comments. Her sky blue eyes will stare at anyone around her with equal curiosity and judgement, occasionally squinting to ascertain further details.Her outfits are kept well, she is most seen in a blue dress with a small blue coat. Her ginger hair, the same shade as burning embers, is kept half-up, half-down by a bow that matches her dress.

"Look at them, those who made me."

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"My musings, how else would I remember?"

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