Name: Era Kazumi (likes being called by either, but usually introduces herself as Kazumi)
Physical Age: somewhere between 12 and 15 years old
Gender: female
Orientation: 'meh'. she's never really put much thought into it.
Species: Elemental
Species Specifics: Harnesses the elements of Air and Electricity
Build: Petite girl, looks young for her age; small breasts but compared with the size of her body they appear pretty average, if a bit small; heart shaped face with large eyes, thin lips, and small nose.
Hair: Long, silvery-white hair with front forehead bangs. Her hair is often adorned with black ribbon or with flowers woven in.
Eyes: grey, though sometimes when she uses electricity they appear to have dashes of icy blue as well.
Skin: very fair, pale skinned.
Usual Clothing: usually either in floral, light dresses or in steampunk-style garb.
Personality: Very quiet and cute, plays up the little-girl physique and is quite bubbly and happy as a young girl. She can also be quite somber at times, and can become a lot more drawn in. When she's mad or preparing to fight, her expressions all but melt from her face into quite a blank emotion. When like this, she is utterly merciless and cutthroat. Still, this is a rare occurrence, as she's quite the joyous girl, and there is nothing brighter than her infectious smile.
Background: She doesn't really remember her parents; she's been on her own as long as she can remember, and she's perfectly happy that way. Although she has the appearance of a child, she is more than capable of taking care of herself.
Other: In accordance with her natural element affinity, Air, she is an easygoing type of person, especially in issues she feels don't very directly change her or her life. Therefore, on The Movement, she doesn't particularly care one way or the other. She likes being able to go where she wants and do what she wants, and often she gets tired of all the boring fighting. That's not to say she couldn't participate if she wanted--but for now she just floats on the sidelines, pouting at the hostile goings-on.
Home 
