Mihn Dupree

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MIHN DUPREE

Mihn Dupree Eighteen Neutral Mi, Miss Dupree Reliability Digimon Group(s) - Mixed or Data FACE CLAIM: Rose Lalonde ANIMANGA: Homestuck GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Five feet and six inches WEIGHT: One-hundred and Twenty-One pounds APPEARANCE Mihn Dupree has a variety of clothing options that she switches to from day to day. What she happens to be doing on that day generally tends to determine what she is wearing. Meeting someone important? She has a variety of black slacks, vests and button up shirts in both the short and long sleeved variety. Sitting at home or going to the grocery store? Its a hoodie and occasionally a pair of ripped jeans though more often than not depending on how far from her house she was going she'd bother to pull out a pair without holes dotting the fabric. On her eighteenth birthday she splurged on herself and got a small tattoo on her side, a tribal sun that takes up part of her rib cage.  LIKES Knitting Graphic Design Work Relaxing Music Incense Strawberry Jam DISLIKES Sweet Potatoes Most Sports Milk Being out of batteries Crumbs POSITIVE Confident Faithful Imaginative Independent Reliable NEGATIVE Tactless Arrogant Unforgiving Impatient Blunt HISTORY Mihn was born to a mother and a father though she didn't stay with them for long. At birth she was given up for adoption and a few months later taken in by a sweet couple who couldn't have children of their own. Mainly because two men can't naturally have a baby together. She grew up calling them Papa and Dad, not wanting to call both of them by the same thing since that could get confusing, especially when she wanted a particular parent to come and help her out. Even at a young age she was rather composed, taking after her Papa and wanting to color pictures just like him when she got older caused her to take on a few of his other mannerisms as well.  She would walk into her classrooms like she owned them, a confident child that was secure in the fact that she was perfectly fine having two dads. Mihn took to pushing other kids on the playground or biting back at them with the best insults a young mind could possibly come up with. Growing older her comebacks became more sophisticated as did she. No longer did she bother physically pushing the other students when in fact she could just lord over them with the knowledge that she was smarter and better than them.  Her art skills grew with practice and as she got older she began to work even harder at it. Her main goal in life to be a graphic designer like her Papa she made sure that at least some time every day was devoted to her art. Her walls were covered in murals and even some of the other rooms had felt the touch of her paintbrush. Her parents were proud and as the end of school approached she began to apply for colleges, the same as any person trying to live a normal life would... In fact it was almost as if she had no desire whatsoever to become a tamer like many of the other kids her age. But, people don't always get what they want.  MEMBER NAME: Bou AGE: Twenty-Two OTHER CHARACTERS: None ROLEPLAY SAMPLE “The first thing that Anise heard when she woke up was the sound of what seemed to be a million bugs beating their wings all at once. She hated bugs, then again she hated most everything, and as soon as she found the bugs that were making the offending noise, they were in for a world of death and misery by her hands. It wasn't unusual for her to fall asleep in strange places, not having a home tended to make it obvious that you slept wherever the hell you could find a place and damn the consequences, unless it involved you going to jail. That was an entirely different story all together. It felt as though she had fallen and hit her head on something, something hard. It had probably been thr ground knowing her. Once she got exhausted there was no stopping her want to sleep. It was one of the few things that kept her sane while she had been living at home, the home that she had turned into a damned barbeque pit. She often thought back on that day fondly, remembering the look on her father's face when she smashed it in with the dinner plate. The blood that had fallen from his face and that had dripped from the plate had been priceless, if only she had taken a picture of it-” Tomoko shut the book that she had been reading, already tired of the blood and violence. What had happened to the happy types of fantasy books, where everyone was friends and the only thing wrong was a problem that could be easily solved by a hero? She turned the book over to see who had written it, not surprised that it had been a guy. She opened an E-Book instead, to try and read her favorite book, the Happy Unicorn. Tomoko shielded her eyes as the bright light coming from her computer blinded her. What was going on and why was this happening? Was her computer about to explode? If it did was she about to die? Suddenly she saw her father explaining what he did for a living and her mother telling her that all men were evil. Was she dying? Kotone wondered if she would go to heaven or hell or if she would be reincarnated. She kind of wanted to be a kitten in a next life; they didn’t have to worry about near as much as humans did. Her body felt like it was being pulled towards the small screen and for a moment the purple haired girl felt nothing at all. It was as if she didn't even exist and for a moment she felt peace. The peace was broken when she felt herself being reassembled in a white place, where there was nothing at all but big blocks of white and air, at least she thought it was air. She walked along, blocks forming where ever she happened to step. Behind her she saw her room, where she had spent so many hours and days just sitting there, waiting for something to change. In front of her she saw something else, what appeared to be a continent full of so many different landscapes and terrains she couldn't count them all. Suddenly she heard a voice; it was quiet at first and got louder as she approached the unknown area. She could make out a vague shape as well. Was this some sort of angel? It didn’t feel like an angel and this didn’t look like heaven. It sounded like a male as well. She needed to go the other way, to run the other way, but her feet just kept traveling forward, like there was no controlling them at all. "Come to me! Come and be with me! Together we can be better than ever, just you and me!" The sound of the voice sent shivers down her spine and made her want to turn around. She wanted to run away as fast as she could, just to get away from that voice. Suddenly another shape came into view, attacking the other shape and driving it away, both of them tumbling towards the islands. She ran after them, wanting know exactly what was happening. She expected the blocks to continue until she hit land but soon found herself tumbling towards the ground like Alice down the rabbit hole. She didn’t want to be falling! Maybe this was all just a dream and she had fallen asleep in the Library again? She pinched herself, hard, but still she was falling towards the ground. Maybe this was one of those nightmares that you couldn’t wake yourself up from, but just had to keep going? She hoped that it would end soon. “P-please let this all be a d-dream. Let me wake up in the Library please?”

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