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Name: Asia Harris.
Alias: None.
Age: 27.
Gender: Female.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Species: Human.
Birthdate: July 23rd, 1995.
Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois.
Ethnicity: African American.
Occupation: Cook, Aspiring Artist.
Language(s): English, very little French.
Native tongue: English.
Religion: Not important.
Official/Personal Training: Typical College education.

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Blood type: AB.
Height: 5'0".
Weight: 178lbs.
Eye Color: Light brown.
Hair: Natural black (sometimes dyed), shoulder/mid-back length.
Skin: Brown.
Figure/build: Curvy.
Distinguishing marks: Freckles, Glasses.
Tattoo(s): A small Decepticon emblem on the back of her neck,
The Thundercats emblem on her right ankle.
Scars: A small puncture wound on the left side of her chin, a scar underneath her left eye, and a new scar on the right side of her upper lip.
Piercings: Earlobes and nose.
Dominant Hand: Left.
Diet: She's lowkey a glutton, so...
Special Body Augmentations: None.

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Disposition: Quiet and gloomy.
Likes: Baking, food, her cat, being a lazy shit, good music.
Dislikes: Way too many things to list.
Fears/Phobias: Dying alone. Trypophobia. She looked it up once. Also heights.
Favorite quote: "I just want to love who I turn out to be."
Favorite food: Salmon and anything sour or salty.
Favorite drink: Bubble tea, milk tea.
Favorite color: Indigo.
Favorite song: Paradise by Daniel Caesar.
Favorite movie: Prince of Egypt.
Favorite sport: None.
Favorite book: None at the moment.
Hobbies: Reading, impromptu art projects.
Talents/Skills: Surprisingly flexible.
Strengths: She's incredibly resourceful and she carries all kinds of crap in her sweater sleeves.
Weaknesses: Tends to overthink things, overly emotional. Self confidence is shit.
Clothing style: Comfort over everything.
Pet peeves: Being heckled by strangers. Being ignored by 'friends'.
Drinker?: Sometimes.
Smoker?: Just weed.
Drug user?: Caffeine counts, right?
Other addictions?: Food. Games. Naps.

Asia D. Harris was born to Michele D. Harris and Eric D. Harris Sr. in the heart of Illinois.Michele was an heiress and a woman of many talents, beloved and cherished by her family.
Eric was a thug with a penchant for manipulation and an upbringing one wouldn’t dare speak of. Their coupling was unlikely, but thanks to a quick act of wits and one underhanded stunt at the hands of Eric’s cousin, Michele was roped into a date and quickly fell victim to his charm.A year into their relationship, they married at the ages of 19 and 20 and welcomed Eric D. Harris Jr, their firstborn son.
Another year and a half after, they were surprised with a second child, their only daughter, Asia D. Harris.
Five years after that, they were blindsided with their third and last child, Ezra M.L. Harris.The first few years of Asia’s life were typical. Loving parents, loving grandparents, fantastic grades, high prospects. Everything was simple and clean, bright and beautiful. Had she known what her future held, she would’ve fought harder to prolong this precious piece of happiness.When she turned six, Asia was met with the ugliest side of her father. Due to an overall lack of education as well as his explosive temper and resentment of authority, Eric Sr. often had a hard time finding and keeping a job. Michele, thankfully, had secured a steady job and acted as the family’s breadwinner. But because she had to work long hours to provide for the family, all three children were left in their father’s care. Without Michele present, Eric Sr. let the charismatic mask fall and subjected his two eldest children to incredibly violent acts of brutality.Being that Asia was the only girl, she endured an added act of brutality from her father. Day after day, she was berated and insulted for being born female. In her father’s eyes, women were weak, stupid creatures meant to be passed on between men as if they were property. He made sure to tell her this at least once a day, always ready to correct her with a firm hand if she dared to make a face.As the years went on and she grew older, the acts of violence worsened. Punches were no longer pulled and threats of murder became a regular greeting from father to child. She and her older brother quickly learned to fight through ample bouts of self defense.The bright vibrance the world once held had become dulled and gray.
For a long while, all the Harris children knew was hopelessness and despair.At the age of 10, Asia made her first attempt.
Another attempt was made at the age of 16.
The final attempt came at the age of 22.It was during the last attempt that she had a life changing epiphany and chose to continue on, this time as an independent. Her family was given no notice when she packed up her things and left.Asia has since then found family in those she’s met along her journey of self worth.
A kindly otherworldly couple, Egyptian deities, Horus and Hathor, took pity on her and claimed her as one of their children, vowing to give her enough love to make up for all the years she went without.More years went by, she gained friends, rivals… A lover. With it, she developed a confidence meant to combat the lingering pain her birth father left.For a moment, her world brightened again.All of it, however, vanished with time. Horus took to a mysterious illness and vanished without a trace, Hathor right along with him. The friends she held dear dispersed one by one, her lover amongst them. With little to no remaining connections left, Asia fell back into that dull gray despair and shut herself in for a long, long two years.During this time, another epiphany arose.
She realized she was the culprit of her unhappiness.
Her upbringing did not define her as a person.
How she lived her life did.In desperate need for change, Asia finally addressed her past and was diagnosed with a heavy case of PTSD.Currently, Asia is living alone in a one bedroom apartment located in a nicer part of the city, making a living as a chef and an aspiring artist.New friends- along with some old ones- have emerged, brightening her world again bit by bit. Though she hasn’t shaken the lingering despair, she makes honest attempts to be social and seen.While she cooks for a living, she channels her traumas through art and often puts her raw emotion onto a canvas or in a sketchbook. Some pieces have been sold, while others have been hung up around her home as a reminder that she is more than what her father said she is.She always has been.