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⌈ PLAYER SECTION ⌉
Player: Mel
Contact: mellzyvee
Age: 14
Current Characters: N/A


⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉
Character: Maya Penelope Hart
Age: 14
Canon: Girl Meets World
Canon Point: Post-Girl Meets Money

Background: Wiki page

Personality:

Abilities: DOES THE ABILITY TO FEEL LIKE SHE'S BROKEN AND UNDESERVING OF ATTENTION WHILE ALSO BEING THE MOST FEISTY LITTLE THING EVER COUNT? No? Then no abilities.

Alignment: Aiada! Maya has an appreciation for the things in life she has. She can be envious of things she doesn't have, but for the most part, she appreciates things like what she sees. She's an artist, and that appreciation for everything goes far. Especially when she notices small things.

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⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉
Sample: Maya on the TDM at Boomtown from a few months ago

WRITTEN IN-SETTING HERE

[She'd been here a few days now. The initial shock wearing off as she went about her time being huffy about every little thing that could happen. Now she sat in the park, dealing with geese honking and getting in her way which caused some frustration as she tried to concentrate on the pond in front of her.

Eventually, it just got more and more frustrating and the comfort of the bench she was on was just getting more and more uncomfortable as her annoyance grew to a general anger at the birds. After a moment or two more of them honking, she hopped up and flailed her arms at the birds, loudly shouting at them in general before she sat down with a snarl as the birds fled.]

That's better.

[There was a huff as she plopped back into her seat, concentrating on the bond once again with a soft smile as things started softening up. Her appreciation and relaxation leading to the bench gaining comfort again.

She continued to sketch the pond, some birds flying in the background. A soft smile on her face as she looked at the picture, head tilted to the side a bit.

Of course, there was then a distraction from what she was doing by a loud honk right in her ear, shock of it causing her to gasp before a growl escaped her lips and she swung the sketchbook at the bird to run it off, the bench once again gaining unnatural stiffness to go with her anger.]
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