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Character Profile
Character Information
Name: Kahea
True Name: Sasha Kaheanani Pardal
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Birthday: June 2, 1999
Greatest Ambition: To find someone that she can really trust and open up to
Physical Description: Height: 5’ 2”
Weight: 113 lbs
Chest length dark chestnut brown hair; honey colored eyes that every now and then change to hazel, usually has hair in a pony tail with a hat, or a scarf or both on. Loves to wear her brother’s camouflage pants (of course she had to hem them drastically and take them in) Although she’s “petite” she’s all muscle, so she feels heavier than she really is, and if she tightens up, it can be hard to move all solid 113 lbs of her. Her sculpt and build comes from her dance and swimming back ground, and even though she hasn’t kept up with much of either of those since 2017, she has maintained a make-shift work out routine throughout her journey.

Distinguishing Marks: She has a Gemini tattoo on her left shoulder with three blue stars around it, and a burn scar on her left calf.

Sexual Orientation: She doesn’t care, if there’s a connection, there’s a connection.

Single or taken: Single

Best friend: Her little ball of fluff, Anela;
Person wise: TBD

Personality: She’s bright and positive but she has been taught to be a realist. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” her mother would say. “There is always someone smarter than you, but there is always knowledge to be found,” came from her father. And, “Always look left when everyone else is looking right,” was taught to her by her brother. With these lessons among several, she has learned to take the bad with the good, and also to know just what kind of bad is coming. Things rarely surprise her anymore and it’s not easy to catch her off guard. With her fast thinking skills and attention to detail, she can talk her way out of most situations. Only if that doesn’t work, then she reverts to kicking some ass. But with her tough exterior, deep down all she really wants is someone to connect with and not be afraid or intimidated to cry around.

Personal History: (Must be very well developed and at least 5-6 paragraphs long) Sasha Kaheanani Pardal was born in Key West, Florida to Racquel and Corneal Pardal. She’s been singing since she could talk/ mimic sounds, and she’s been dancing since she could walk. Her mom would turn up their stereo on the weekends, while cleaning the house, and dance around the living room with her and sing the words to all the songs played. Also, since she can remember, she’s been a swimmer. She was once told by her mother how she started swimming and she said, “I just put you in the water and said, ‘holo ā i’a’ and you’ve been moving in the water ever since.” Sasha turned to her mother and asked, “What does ‘holo ā i’a’ mean?” To which she responded, “It means, ‘swim like a fish’ my little Nai'a (dolphin)”

Her older brother Michael Kekoa Pardal joked with her one year (2008) when she beat him in a swimming race and said, “Michael Phelps ain’t got nothing on you!” That year, Phelps took home eight gold medals from the Olympics held in Beijing, China. But her brother stuck to his words and later came back with, “Your butterfly is way better than his, and the form on your breast stroke is pure perfection!” Even though they were six years apart, and only actually half siblings through her mother, Michael and Sasha were very close.

Sasha’s father was a Major in the United States Marine Corps and a damn good fighter pilot. Because of this, her family moved about every three years and always in October. She’s been from Key West, Florida (1999-2002) to sweltering Kingsville, Texas (2002-2005) then across seas to Okinawa, Japan (2005-2008). From there the family was moved to Kaneohe, Hawaii (2008-2012) and then finally to San Diego, California, where her father eventually retired. Each place gave her a new perspective. Texas helped her work on her endurance, even at a young age. It would get so hot that the families air-condition would occasionally go out and they’d have to spend the rest of the day in the pool, and then the night sleeping in tents or under the stars if it wasn’t raining. In Japan, her father started working with her on hand to hand self-defense and whenever he couldn’t be there, which was about half of the time and then some, she also attended two martial arts classes. Those three years were difficult for her because she wasn’t allowed to take a single dance class. But she did get to learn to sing in Japanese!

When the family moved to Hawaii, Sasha immediately felt at home. Her mother had grew up on Oahu and had made many friends and now they all had families so that made everyone “hā.ai” family (non-blood related) She made fast friends with her cousins and cried for days when they had to move. But she did keep in-touch via snail mail and e-mail, with most of them. When they settled into a house up in a secluded canyon side in the outskirts of San Diego, she thought for the first time that perhaps this could be home for her. That is, until 2017.

When the first lives were taken by the virus and mass panic started spreading across the news and radio, her dad took the only action he could think of: being prepared and doing what it took to protect his family. So he filled up every vehicle the family owned, two trucks, one Explorer and Sasha’s small black BMW. They also stocked up on extra gas in plastic tanks for their cars and the generator. Gallons and bottles of water, non-perishable food items, and first aid supplies were all stocked up and stored in the basement. A minimum of frozen meats were also kept because the genny could keep that running for awhile. Yes, her father had everything planned, including extra ammo for his six plus guns, but what he didn’t see coming was the orders that his adopted son received by the military to report to base immediately to receive commands. Michael had joined the military when he was 18, and he was quickly accepted in the Navy Seals upon his graduation from college two years later, (he whizzed through college). Now, in the midst of this crisis he was being called out to do God knows what because they said they needed their best.

Sasha can still remember the heated argument between Michael and her father before he left the house. Her father didn’t want him to go, but her brother said, “Duty to your country, you taught me that,” to which her father came back with, “What about duty to your family?” Her brother squared his shoulders and said forcefully, “Duty to your country does duty by your family, you should know that! And you are not my real family!” With that he left. Her mother was crying and her father was left speechless for the first time in years. Sasha cried herself to sleep that night but awoke when she heard something moving in her room. Her brother came back just to say good-bye and to leave her with a gift. “And tell dad that I’m sorry; he’s always been my real father.” Then he was gone, for good.

Sasha and her parents held up in their house until about August 2017, when her mom got sick. Sasha tried not to cry and tried to be strong, but she had heard that the virus killed in two days, so she stayed by her mother’s side, not caring if she got sick or not, and sure enough, about 36 hours since she first showed signs of symptoms, her Raquel Pardal passed away. Sasha and her father buried her on the canyon, which was hard because she had always wanted to be cremated and spread her ashes along Oahu’s coastline so that she could finally be “home” again. That night, her father couldn’t eat, and started showing signs of the virus as well, but he hid it, or at least tried to. Two days later, Sasha couldn’t wake him up. She lost him too. She buried him next to her mother on the canyon, and she found herself alone; actually, completely, and fully alone. With one exception, the gift her brother left her. A little ball of fluff, a grey tabby kitten that he picked up from a shelter and was told that would not survive the month. But just like Michael, Sasha didn’t believe in lost causes and now the she still had Anela, and she was still small but alive. Sasha lived in her parent’s home until the genny finally gave and she had no power. But during that last month and a half, she prepared for a journey. She put every photo album picture she could on her 80 gig iPod, and also backed them up onto two jump drives. She organized her 400+ songs into 20+ playlists and fully charged her iPod, and tried to stay in silence as much as she could, knowing that power would be scarce and that she would rarely get to charge it if it were to die on her out there. She also knew that metal would probably become a precious commodity, and that would make computers obsolete. She was hoping for a chance to use her jump drives whenever manhind rebuilds itself but she knew that would be a very long time. But like her father said, "Plan as far a head as you possibly can. No matter what happens." So she was going to try and keep them for however long she could.

On what was left of the internet, she sent out as many bulletins, blogs, and e-mails asking about the whereabouts of her brother, hanai family in Hawaii, and where it seems a main group of people where staying. She needed a direction, not to wander aimlessly. Just before the computer gave out, she received a message from someone who said they where her cousin and that he/she were on the mainland; but she had no idea where, or who. And the last e-mail she received was from a person who said they had seen a group of military personnel up north in Washington, and one bared resemblance to her brother. Great! She had a direction; north! She packed up a small arsenal: 2 hand guns, a 9mm and a .45 semi-automatic colt pistol; bullets; her brother’s Swiss Army Knife he gave her when she was 14 for a reason only they know of; a switch blade; and a 6 ½ inch blade dagger that is just small enough to hide in a boot or up a sleeve. She grabbed roughly about $1,000 out of the safe, and all of her families jewelry and nice wear (silver, gold, fine china, stainless steel, porcelain) She didn’t know how far the money would get her, but she knew the goods would defiantly get her places. She also grabbed scrapes of her family’s belongings to make a patch-quilt. Things like, a piece from her mother’s wedding dress, her brothers comforter, her father’s flight suit, her parent’s pillow cases, her baby blanket, her brother’s baby blanket and anything else of meaning or memory or scent. Memories are all she would have now.

After grabbing food and water to last at least a week and a couple days, as well as first aid supplies and sparing clothes, she grabbed Anela, a bottle of Tequila (for very lonely days) and loaded everything into her BMW. She took the rest of the gas and ran it through the entire house, why leave her families things to vulture like drifters? She lit the match and let it burn, but the flames jumped and caught on her pants where she had dripped a little bit of gas on her leg and now she has a burn scar on her leg calf. Anela and Sasha take off, heading north, hoping to find life and possibly her cousin and hopefully her brother.

Birth Location: Key West, Florida

Blood Family: Raquel Pardal (Deceased-Ans Virus)
Corneal Pardal (Deceased-Ans Virus)
Michael Pardal (thought to be deceased)

What tribe do they belong to if any?: None, at the moment

How long have they been with that tribe?: N/A

Personal Strengths: Excellent swimmer with speed, form, and breath control; dancer who knows ballet, tap, jazz, hip-hop, point, hula, and many other types including a little bit of traditional oriental fan dancing; singer who sings soprano; knows several kinds of hand-to-hand combat skills since she was 10; can use and throw knives since she was 14 when Michael taught her; great shot with just about any kind of gun; Thinks she can get on anyone’s good side because she thinks on her feet and speaks well.

Personal Weaknesses: Hates spiders and ants; also hates people who think she is weak and fragile because of her size so she occasionally throws a temper tantrum, and if she can’t get on someone’s good side, she may also throw another one. She also goes through withdrawl type syptoms if she doesn't get to swim in some kind of body of water for a lengthy period of time; try a month+.

Personal Skills and Training: Been trained in hand to hand since 10, knives since 14, guns since 16; swimming, dancing, and singing since she can remember/move. She knows a little bit about sewing, and cooking, just enough to keep her alive. She currently has about 48 bullets left; 24 for the 9mm and 24 for the colt. She rarely used them for anything but self-defense.

Job that they have in the tribe or whatever they do to keep themselves alive if they’re alone: She’s had to fend off drifters from her house in the beginning and with her people skills she hasn’t had to get into too many fights, but she does have blood on her hands and she doesn’t like it all that much. But she understands that there’s a fight for survival and it was either her life of theirs and that gives her justification. She’s been smart to keep certain things to herself (her iPod, her cherished gold ring, her jump drives) and she has also rationed her supplies fairly well. With her skills she could be a Warrior, Bodyguard, Huntress, or even a negotiator/mediator.

PB: Briana Evigan

Plot ties
Plot tie 1: Find someone (or more) to really trust/open up to
Plot tie 2: A chance to prove her skills/ a fight run in or capture
Plot tie 3: To find her cousin and her brother

Your Information
Characters Insanejournal Name: water_gurl
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What interested you in this RPG: My best friend Sherese got me interested and now I'm H-O-O-K-E-D! Thanks Sh-Shi-Chan!

Sample Third Person Post of the Character: (Must be at least three paragraphs long. One paragraph is 3-4 sentences long.)

Kahea shifted the sacks on her back. Even though the sun wasn’t as hot as Texas or California, it still made her sweat, making her load just a little bit more uncomfortable at times. Anela was running in between her feet again, and almost caused her to trip a few times. “Anela, enough! I know you’re hungry, but we can’t eat now, we have to wait at least until sundown. Save food, remember?” Anela looked up at her with her emerald green eyes and mewed. Kahea stuck her tongue out at her and kept walking. She fought the urge to pop an ear bud into one ear and listen to her iPod, but she needed to conserve the power as much as possible. Instead she lost herself in thought, trying to remember what she had been told at her last two “city” stops. The first one, a source told her that there had been no military forces coming through that town ever. But they had heard a rumor of a unit of some sort up in Wyoming somewhere. “Oh, where am I now?” she had asked the man. “What remains of Salt Lake City, Utah.” How she came to Utah in the first place, she had no idea. Her initial direction was north, to Washington, but little by little she strayed east and was somehow lucky enough to come across some viable information about her brother. Her sense of direction sucked, and she knew it, so from then on she took better care to pay attention to the direction of the sun and head directly the way she was told to go to find the next town who had rumored to have a “run-in” with a military unit of some kind. In that town, what remained of Casper, Wyoming, she asked question again about possible military forces and described her brother’s features. This is where she had received her first inch of real hope in years of wandering and looking. They told her about a small unit of about four men who came through and stayed a few days in the town and also tried to “recruit” some of the men in town to join them for some kind of an uprising against something or someone. They didn’t get anyone to go with them but Kahea was told that the man fitting her description carried with him a picture that he was always looking at. That’s when Kahea got brave and took out her iPod to show them the picture of her brother so that she could be 100% sure it was him. The people in the small building, used to be hospital, all nodded in agreement that one of those men was her brother. “Where had they come from?" She asked. If she could retrace his steps, she just might discover where he was going. “I think they came down from Sundance,” spoke up one young woman. “I think I overheard one of them saying something about Sundance.” “Where is that?”

Now she was headed to Sundance. And hopefully she was in the right direction.

Kahea and Anela walked on for an hour and a half more; Kahea taking a few swigs from her leather skin bottle that she had traded a few forks and spoons for on one of her first encounters. It held more water in it than any plastic water bottle could, and it was perfect for long journeys, like hers. Every now and then she’d squirt some at Anela, knowing that the kit needed water too. At one point Anela stopped dead in her tracks and picked up her ears, twitching them every now and then. “Really? Is there really?” Kahea put her nose to the wind and whiffed. “Ah! There is!” A huge smile came across her face as she picked Anela up and took off running in the direction of the heavenly smell. Sure enough, after about five minutes of running, Kahea came across a river. “WATER!” Kahea hadn’t swum in a whole month in a half, and her shakes where getting to a point that she could barely stay quiet while hunting. She quickly and carefully checked her surroundings before changing into her swimsuit that she had to have carrying with her. She then stashed her sacks behind some brush and fallen tree branches and slowly walked into the water. She wanted to relish this feeling.

Anela stayed out of the water and watched from the river bank instead. Kahea slowly dipped all the way in and emerged with a sigh. The water wasn’t as blue as Key West, Hawaii, or San Diego but after four years, whatever water she could get, she took and appreciated. She swam around for about ten more minutes until she heard Anela screeching out to her; a warning, she had heard or smelled something or someone. Kahea slowed walked back out of the river, moving her dagger from her ankle strap to behind her in her bathing suit bottoms.

Just as she fully emerged from the water, three men came out of the wood around it, in an attack type formation. “Well, what do we have here? You look pretty sweet girly? You lonely?” Kahea kept the river to her back and her stance natural but prepared. Her eyes darted between the three men, sizing them up. The one who spoke to her was of medium build, reminding her of a guy she face-planted in high school. The other two were both rugged looking, and a bit more muscular than the first guy, but nothing she couldn’t handle, one on one. Then her memory clicked. She had seen these guys in Casper. Had they followed her this whole time and she never knew it? Or had they ran ahead of her and met up with her here? Doesn’t matter now, what matters is that they were between her and her colt pistol. “Hey guys. Didn’t I see you in Casper? Did you decide to escort me all the way to Sundance? I think that is very sweet but you see…” The one on her left lunged and she dodged just in time to have him miss and start falling face first in the dirt. To make the fall that must better, Kahea planted an elbow square in his back and turned around in time to find his muscle twin coming at her next, which he met a jaw full of her fist and followed by his ear boxed by her elbow. She pulled her dagger from her back and slashed it forward to the smaller guy when he tried to lunge next. But it was a blow to her back that caught her off guard and sent her falling to the ground. She caught herself on her elbows before her face hit the dirt but a rough hand quickly grabbed her and turned her over, and a heavy male weight was placed on her stomach, and pinning her arms to her side.

“You may not be lonely, but we sure the heck are!” “NO!” Kahea thrashed as hard as she could and slammed both her knees into the back of the filthy man, but they were soon held down by one of the other men. “Damn you! Stop! Stop! This isn’t going to do anything! I can trade things with you! Valuable things! In fact, you can take it all! Just LET ME GO!!” All three chuckled maniacally. “All we want is something that’s not in your nap sacks girly. And for you to be figh’n so much, I be guess’n you be a virgin?” “Screw you!” Kahea spat back. “Well boys, it be our lucky day! We got ourselves a real gem here! Now let me first! I saw her first and it was my idea to follow her here!” There was a zip and a ruffling of clothing and Kahea did not want to look up at it. She thrashed harder and let out an ear piercing scream.

The men laughed again. “What was that for? “Who’s going to hear you out here?”

“Me!”