Noa--PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE APPROVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Character Name: Noa Mahal
Gender: female
Age: 16
Description (hair and eye color, height, body type (skinny, muscular, etc) required): Pink and blue hair, dark brown eyes, 5’10”, slender.
God and mortal parent: Hecate and Mark Mahal
Powers**: She can change inanimate objects into other inanimate objects, like she can turn a lamp into a rubber chicken. She can do that about twenty five times a day, if the objects are small. Small objects count for using her powers once. If she makes something small into something big, that counts as two. If she makes something big into something small, it also counts as two. She can also change the color of things, like people, for example. (She usually will do this to her wardrobe so she always has something new to wear.) She can do that about fifteen times a day. Her powers drain her slightly, and if she uses them to their full limit she passes out.
Flaws***: She lies a bit too much, kleptomaniac, doesn’t trust people a ton, and isn’t the most trustworthy person in the world. She misplaces things a bit too much. She is usually stucked up in her own problems and isn’t a very good listener because of that.
Pets: None.
Weapon****: Twin katanas and a hunting knife. Several daggers.
Talents/Skills: dancing, gymnastics, singing, running, guitar, and drums.
RP Example*: I sat on the back porch of my house, sighing. I was holding my acoustic guitar, staring out across the field. I was home alone, again. Dad was out in town, working as always. I was in one of those moods where I couldn’t help but feel like there was something I was missing. Something I should remember…But what? I sigh again and start strumming the tune of Therapy by All Time Low, trying to remember the thing I know I should be remembering. Something flashes through my head at that moment: sadness. The sadness you feel when someone, maybe even the only one, close to you is hurt. In that moment, I forget how to play guitar. Tears start streaming down my cheeks. “Darren—“ I choke out, and then everything’s gone. I blink and wipe away the tears, wondering what the heck that was about. I shrug, stand up, and walk inside.
Biography*: Noa lived in the country with her dad. They lived in a small house with large fields. Noa’s dad worked at the post office in town. They weren’t the richest people ever, but they weren’t really poor. They had just enough money to get by. Noa’s dad worked a lot, so Noa was home alone when she wasn’t at school or church. She had no friends or study buddies or any of that stuff, because she was so wrapped up in her own world, her own problems, not to mention the fact that she always felt like there was something she needed to remember, but she never knew what it was. One day, Noa was laying on the hammock, staring at the sky trying to remember what she knew she should remember, when a monster attacked her. She just barely managed to survive the attack. She told her dad about it, and her dad took her to camp.
Notes: Basically, Taj reborn. Likes to wear fake wings. Looks like this:

Noa:

kleptomaniac?
How many times can she use her powers?

Kleptomaniac=steals things a lot for no reason.
You might've missed it, but she can use the first power twenty five times, and the other power fifteen times.

OHH okay.
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