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Post by Daiana on Dec 14, 2023 6:26:43 GMT
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[attr="class","header1"]DAIANA SALES LINHARES
[attr="class","header2"]i ask god to send a swordsman
» NAME: daiana sales linhares
» ALIAS: ana» AGE: 19 years old
» BIRTHDATE: december 5th» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SIGN: sagittarius
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual
» AFFILIATION: vigilante
» VIGILANTE NAME: econoclasm
» OCCUPATION: delivery girl
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daiana don't take no shit from anyone! she has a strong sense of justice and even stronger sense for bullshit, and she isn't afraid to tell it like she sees it. this mostly comes from her understanding of other people. daiana's empathy is a kaleidoscope of emotions, vibrant and ever-shifting. she possesses an uncanny ability to understand the nuances of others, effortlessly slipping into their shoes and experiencing their joys and sorrows as if they were her own. it is as if she has an innate sixth sense, an intangible connection with the world around her. this empathy fuels her resourcefulness, a wellspring of ingenuity that knows no bounds. daiana possesses an unwavering belief in the power of human potential and uses her creativity to harness it. she can take a tattered piece of cloth and transform it into a work of art, stitching together fragments of different cultures to create something entirely new. her hands work wonders with the simplest of tools, breathing life into discarded objects and turning them into cherished treasures. determination courses through daiana's veins, a fire that burns bright even in the face of adversity. she faces challenges head-on with unwavering resolve, never daunted by the odds and always willing to take on more than she can really chew in the neverending pursuit of her own goals.
of course, while her strong sense of justice fuels her fiery nature, it often leads her down a treacherous path of hasty decisions and ill-advised actions. daiana's recklessness knows no bounds; she throws caution to the wind with a devil-may-care attitude that leaves others bewildered and vulnerable in her wake. her tendency towards dishonesty adds an air of mystery to her persona, as she keeps her innermost thoughts and desires locked away, revealing them only when it suits her agenda. daiana's enigmatic nature leaves those around her perpetually guessing, never knowing what lies beneath the surface. It is as if she wears a mask of inscrutability, shielding herself from prying eyes while maintaining an aura of untouchability.
daiana's impulsivity is a force of nature, an integral part of her vibrant spirit that propels her forward in a whirlwind of action. it is impossible to predict her next move, for she follows the whims of her heart, guided by an insatiable curiosity and an unyielding desire to explore every corner of existence. her impulsive nature is both a blessing and a curse, as it leads her down paths unknown, exposing her to unimaginable wonders and unimaginable dangers. in the blink of an eye, daiana can go from seamlessly blending into a crowd to standing out like a flame in the darkness. She has an uncanny ability to spot the slightest inconsistency or injustice, and she reacts with lightning speed and ferocity. with a swift word or a fierce glare, she can dismantle the webs of deceit that surround her. her impulsive nature becomes a powerful weapon, forging a path through the chaos and leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
furthermore, daiana reveals herself to be an unyielding spirit that refuses to bow down. it is born from her unshakeable belief in the power of truth and justice, a deep-rooted conviction that guides her every action. she has seen firsthand the consequences of turning a blind eye, and she refuses to be complicit in the face of wrongdoing. with each passing day, daiana's stubbornness grows stronger, etching itself deeper into her being. It fuels her unwavering determination, like a flickering flame that dances defiantly against the wind. she is not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how insurmountable it may seem. if anything, the odds stacked against her only serve to ignite a fire within her soul, propelling her forward with an unstoppable force. she sees every seemingly impossible roadblock to be yet another stage to prove herself on, to dictate that she's not just some street trash looking to cause trouble—she has a cause, and she's willing to go to the ends of the earth for it, no matter what!
[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY
[attr="class","header2"]and god says 'look at your hands'
» POSITIVE TRAITS:💙 empathetic | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:❄️ reckless |
» LIKES:💙 street art | » DISLIKES:❄️ injustice |
daiana don't take no shit from anyone! she has a strong sense of justice and even stronger sense for bullshit, and she isn't afraid to tell it like she sees it. this mostly comes from her understanding of other people. daiana's empathy is a kaleidoscope of emotions, vibrant and ever-shifting. she possesses an uncanny ability to understand the nuances of others, effortlessly slipping into their shoes and experiencing their joys and sorrows as if they were her own. it is as if she has an innate sixth sense, an intangible connection with the world around her. this empathy fuels her resourcefulness, a wellspring of ingenuity that knows no bounds. daiana possesses an unwavering belief in the power of human potential and uses her creativity to harness it. she can take a tattered piece of cloth and transform it into a work of art, stitching together fragments of different cultures to create something entirely new. her hands work wonders with the simplest of tools, breathing life into discarded objects and turning them into cherished treasures. determination courses through daiana's veins, a fire that burns bright even in the face of adversity. she faces challenges head-on with unwavering resolve, never daunted by the odds and always willing to take on more than she can really chew in the neverending pursuit of her own goals.
of course, while her strong sense of justice fuels her fiery nature, it often leads her down a treacherous path of hasty decisions and ill-advised actions. daiana's recklessness knows no bounds; she throws caution to the wind with a devil-may-care attitude that leaves others bewildered and vulnerable in her wake. her tendency towards dishonesty adds an air of mystery to her persona, as she keeps her innermost thoughts and desires locked away, revealing them only when it suits her agenda. daiana's enigmatic nature leaves those around her perpetually guessing, never knowing what lies beneath the surface. It is as if she wears a mask of inscrutability, shielding herself from prying eyes while maintaining an aura of untouchability.
daiana's impulsivity is a force of nature, an integral part of her vibrant spirit that propels her forward in a whirlwind of action. it is impossible to predict her next move, for she follows the whims of her heart, guided by an insatiable curiosity and an unyielding desire to explore every corner of existence. her impulsive nature is both a blessing and a curse, as it leads her down paths unknown, exposing her to unimaginable wonders and unimaginable dangers. in the blink of an eye, daiana can go from seamlessly blending into a crowd to standing out like a flame in the darkness. She has an uncanny ability to spot the slightest inconsistency or injustice, and she reacts with lightning speed and ferocity. with a swift word or a fierce glare, she can dismantle the webs of deceit that surround her. her impulsive nature becomes a powerful weapon, forging a path through the chaos and leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
furthermore, daiana reveals herself to be an unyielding spirit that refuses to bow down. it is born from her unshakeable belief in the power of truth and justice, a deep-rooted conviction that guides her every action. she has seen firsthand the consequences of turning a blind eye, and she refuses to be complicit in the face of wrongdoing. with each passing day, daiana's stubbornness grows stronger, etching itself deeper into her being. It fuels her unwavering determination, like a flickering flame that dances defiantly against the wind. she is not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how insurmountable it may seem. if anything, the odds stacked against her only serve to ignite a fire within her soul, propelling her forward with an unstoppable force. she sees every seemingly impossible roadblock to be yet another stage to prove herself on, to dictate that she's not just some street trash looking to cause trouble—she has a cause, and she's willing to go to the ends of the earth for it, no matter what!
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» HEIGHT: 5'3"
» WEIGHT: 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: black, dyed blue at the ends
» SKIN COLOR: dark
» FACE CLAIM NAME: kimberly jackson
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: street fighter
standing at a compact 5'3", daiana is a force to be reckoned with, exuding strength from every sinew of her muscular frame. her sculpted arms and defined abs speak volumes of her dedication to maintaining her physical prowess. it is as if every muscle on her body has been meticulously carved, a testament to the countless hours spent honing her physique. considering she's a girl on the go more often than not, daiana's choice of threads frequently reflects a need for loose, breathable outfits. she favors breathable streetwear that allows her to move freely and effortlessly through the urban landscape. her wardrobe consists of an assortment of form-fitting leggings and joggers in various bold colors, showcasing her boldness and fearlessness. these bottoms are always paired with lightweight, moisture-wicking tank tops or crop tops, accentuating her well-toned physique. when out doing unscrupulous things, daiana only really cares to throw a windbreaker or hoodie over the top of everything and top it off with a black facemask, just enough to hide her incredibly noticeable mane of hair.
speaking of hair, daiana's long, very curly black hair cascades down her back in a wild, untamed manner, much like the fire that burns within her. its midnight hue contrasts beautifully against her golden-brown skin, providing a striking visual. but it is the vibrant blue ends of her hair that draw the most attention, an unexpected burst of color that reflects her audacious spirit. daiana's hair, a physical representation of her distinctive personality, is frequently tied into intricate braids that are both practical and fashionable. however, it is daiana's deep brown eyes that truly capture the essence of her enigmatic nature. they are windows into a world of complexity and depth, shimmering with intensity and intelligence. her eyes hold secrets untold and emotions tightly guarded, as if they are gateways to her soul. her avo always told her that her eyes were the best part about her, and truthfully, they do stand out, being big and bright and unwavering. oftentimes, it's hard to look away!
luckily for most other people, daiana tends to look away first, if only because she doesn't do eye contact very well!
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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE
[attr="class","header2"]time solves most things
» HEIGHT: 5'3"
» WEIGHT: 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: black, dyed blue at the ends
» SKIN COLOR: dark
» FACE CLAIM NAME: kimberly jackson
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: street fighter
standing at a compact 5'3", daiana is a force to be reckoned with, exuding strength from every sinew of her muscular frame. her sculpted arms and defined abs speak volumes of her dedication to maintaining her physical prowess. it is as if every muscle on her body has been meticulously carved, a testament to the countless hours spent honing her physique. considering she's a girl on the go more often than not, daiana's choice of threads frequently reflects a need for loose, breathable outfits. she favors breathable streetwear that allows her to move freely and effortlessly through the urban landscape. her wardrobe consists of an assortment of form-fitting leggings and joggers in various bold colors, showcasing her boldness and fearlessness. these bottoms are always paired with lightweight, moisture-wicking tank tops or crop tops, accentuating her well-toned physique. when out doing unscrupulous things, daiana only really cares to throw a windbreaker or hoodie over the top of everything and top it off with a black facemask, just enough to hide her incredibly noticeable mane of hair.
speaking of hair, daiana's long, very curly black hair cascades down her back in a wild, untamed manner, much like the fire that burns within her. its midnight hue contrasts beautifully against her golden-brown skin, providing a striking visual. but it is the vibrant blue ends of her hair that draw the most attention, an unexpected burst of color that reflects her audacious spirit. daiana's hair, a physical representation of her distinctive personality, is frequently tied into intricate braids that are both practical and fashionable. however, it is daiana's deep brown eyes that truly capture the essence of her enigmatic nature. they are windows into a world of complexity and depth, shimmering with intensity and intelligence. her eyes hold secrets untold and emotions tightly guarded, as if they are gateways to her soul. her avo always told her that her eyes were the best part about her, and truthfully, they do stand out, being big and bright and unwavering. oftentimes, it's hard to look away!
luckily for most other people, daiana tends to look away first, if only because she doesn't do eye contact very well!
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girls just wanna have fun!
that's daiana's life motto, basically. you only get one life, so you better make sure that in whatever you're doing, you're having fun while doing it. this sentiment started in daiana's early childhood and only grew from there.
for starters, daiana actually was born in japan to two brazilian-japanese parents whose great-great-great grandparents moved to japan around the 1900s in search of reliable forms of work. the whole family settled down in a neighborhood of hamamatsu in the shizuoka prefecture where many foreigners lived and proceeded to get to work in the factories. daiana's grandparents worked so hard that they eventually came to own one of the factories they worked in, at which point they handed it off to their daughter, daiana's mom, who then went on to acquire many other factories in the area, to the point that the family quickly became incredibly wealthy. unfortunately, when daiana's dad lost an arm in a factory incident, daiana's parents decided to take off from japan and return to brazil, where the medical treatments he required were cheaper and, additionally, factory costs were also cheaper, leading to more profit.
so, off daiana went to brazil with her mom and dad at around five years old. unfortunately, even though she was ethnically brazilian, she was considered too japanese by her schoolmates and peers, and so she was often left as an outcast in her social endeavors. where she and her parents lived, though, was populated by a large amount of people society often looked down upon: the poor, the infirm, the foreign. it wasn't long before daiana fell in with these sorts of kids, where they got into all kinds of trouble. where the more socially privileged brazilians looked down on daiana and her crew of misfits, calling them street trash and criminals, the group often proved to be more upright than the rich and comfortable. they gave where they could, they helped those like them, and they stuck together through thick and thin. while daiana was certainly more well-off than most of the kids, given that her mom and dad owned most of the factories in the area, she rode with them no matter what, and she helped them get what they needed, be it stealing for food or fending off violence. coming into her early teenage years, where angst and depression was the name of the game, daiana took to spraypaint and streetart to express herself, turning a dim, dismal favela
but where daiana lived, the rest of rio de janeiro considered trash, dangerous. nobody saying this lived in her neighborhood, so they didn't know the people there, they didn't know that there was kindness and humanity and love in every street corner, and that even though it was crime-riddled and sometimes people were desperate, the people living there were still people with homes and loved ones and dreams and aspirations. and daiana was one of them. imagine her horror when her mom and dad invested in a program to begin gentrifying the exact neighborhood they lived in. the plan was to extend the wall separating the favelas from the "cleaner" part of rio de janeiro to completely encapsulate the neighborhood, then tear down all of the buildings and rebuild them anew. the people who lived there? yeah. mom didn't care about them.
daiana was FURIOUS. but anytime she tried to express to her mom that doing such a thing was erasing an entire culture in favor of what? some pretty promenade? well, mom just told her to shut the hell up and be respectful. that daiana didn't know anything. that this was an adult manner. but daiana DID know something, and that's that what her mom was doing was wrong.
daiana told her friends. all of them were fired up, ready to engage in some good old fashioned crime to convince the city that tearing down the favela was a bad idea, but daiana, once careful, convinced them to protest peacefully, knowing that causing riots would risk their lives. so they picketed, lobbied, and boycotted. to no avail, of course. months later, daiana watched as her friends were escorted out of their childhood homes, and then she watched as the buildings she had painted on months earlier were destroyed too. everything she had loved about the favela was gone, just to be replaced by brutalist architecture and picket fences.
for months afterwards, daiana's behavior got worse. she got into more trouble, caused more problems than she probably should have. in her head lingered one question—if she had just stood up in a way that was less passive, would anything have changed? weekend after weekend, daiana got booked into jail for graffiti on her mom's sparkly new buildings and busted out days later, mom hoping that daiana had finally learned her lesson, but she never did. eventually, it dawned on daiana's parents that maybe her environment had something to do with her acting out, and so...
they sent her back to japan to live with her aunt.
the social situation there was the same. she was an outcast—too brazilian for the japanese. but her neighborhood was filled with outcasts—foreigners, just like her, stuck in two worlds with nowhere else to go but the in-between. the neighborhood was poor, yes, but it was familiar. people had the drive to get better, the strong working class spirit. they were people she could relate with, and, to be honest, daiana liked her aunt way more than she liked her mom.
well, imagine daiana's surprise when, five whole years later, her mom arrives in hamamatsu, smiling and with gifts in hand, looking down at a daughter that grew up without her. turns out, mom's moving back to japan while dad holds down the fort in rio de janeiro, and mom's got a big surprise.
she's starting a new urban improvement initiative in hamamatsu! in the very same neighborhood daiana settled into for five whole years.
god. fucking. damnit. moms always have to ruin a good thing, don't they?
well, who cares. this time, daiana's not gonna sit back and let it happen. this time, she's gonna get her hands dirty so the people she loves can keep their hands clean. no matter what it takes, she's going to keep her community safe.
[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY
[attr="class","header2"]and what time can't solve
girls just wanna have fun!
that's daiana's life motto, basically. you only get one life, so you better make sure that in whatever you're doing, you're having fun while doing it. this sentiment started in daiana's early childhood and only grew from there.
for starters, daiana actually was born in japan to two brazilian-japanese parents whose great-great-great grandparents moved to japan around the 1900s in search of reliable forms of work. the whole family settled down in a neighborhood of hamamatsu in the shizuoka prefecture where many foreigners lived and proceeded to get to work in the factories. daiana's grandparents worked so hard that they eventually came to own one of the factories they worked in, at which point they handed it off to their daughter, daiana's mom, who then went on to acquire many other factories in the area, to the point that the family quickly became incredibly wealthy. unfortunately, when daiana's dad lost an arm in a factory incident, daiana's parents decided to take off from japan and return to brazil, where the medical treatments he required were cheaper and, additionally, factory costs were also cheaper, leading to more profit.
so, off daiana went to brazil with her mom and dad at around five years old. unfortunately, even though she was ethnically brazilian, she was considered too japanese by her schoolmates and peers, and so she was often left as an outcast in her social endeavors. where she and her parents lived, though, was populated by a large amount of people society often looked down upon: the poor, the infirm, the foreign. it wasn't long before daiana fell in with these sorts of kids, where they got into all kinds of trouble. where the more socially privileged brazilians looked down on daiana and her crew of misfits, calling them street trash and criminals, the group often proved to be more upright than the rich and comfortable. they gave where they could, they helped those like them, and they stuck together through thick and thin. while daiana was certainly more well-off than most of the kids, given that her mom and dad owned most of the factories in the area, she rode with them no matter what, and she helped them get what they needed, be it stealing for food or fending off violence. coming into her early teenage years, where angst and depression was the name of the game, daiana took to spraypaint and streetart to express herself, turning a dim, dismal favela
but where daiana lived, the rest of rio de janeiro considered trash, dangerous. nobody saying this lived in her neighborhood, so they didn't know the people there, they didn't know that there was kindness and humanity and love in every street corner, and that even though it was crime-riddled and sometimes people were desperate, the people living there were still people with homes and loved ones and dreams and aspirations. and daiana was one of them. imagine her horror when her mom and dad invested in a program to begin gentrifying the exact neighborhood they lived in. the plan was to extend the wall separating the favelas from the "cleaner" part of rio de janeiro to completely encapsulate the neighborhood, then tear down all of the buildings and rebuild them anew. the people who lived there? yeah. mom didn't care about them.
daiana was FURIOUS. but anytime she tried to express to her mom that doing such a thing was erasing an entire culture in favor of what? some pretty promenade? well, mom just told her to shut the hell up and be respectful. that daiana didn't know anything. that this was an adult manner. but daiana DID know something, and that's that what her mom was doing was wrong.
daiana told her friends. all of them were fired up, ready to engage in some good old fashioned crime to convince the city that tearing down the favela was a bad idea, but daiana, once careful, convinced them to protest peacefully, knowing that causing riots would risk their lives. so they picketed, lobbied, and boycotted. to no avail, of course. months later, daiana watched as her friends were escorted out of their childhood homes, and then she watched as the buildings she had painted on months earlier were destroyed too. everything she had loved about the favela was gone, just to be replaced by brutalist architecture and picket fences.
for months afterwards, daiana's behavior got worse. she got into more trouble, caused more problems than she probably should have. in her head lingered one question—if she had just stood up in a way that was less passive, would anything have changed? weekend after weekend, daiana got booked into jail for graffiti on her mom's sparkly new buildings and busted out days later, mom hoping that daiana had finally learned her lesson, but she never did. eventually, it dawned on daiana's parents that maybe her environment had something to do with her acting out, and so...
they sent her back to japan to live with her aunt.
the social situation there was the same. she was an outcast—too brazilian for the japanese. but her neighborhood was filled with outcasts—foreigners, just like her, stuck in two worlds with nowhere else to go but the in-between. the neighborhood was poor, yes, but it was familiar. people had the drive to get better, the strong working class spirit. they were people she could relate with, and, to be honest, daiana liked her aunt way more than she liked her mom.
well, imagine daiana's surprise when, five whole years later, her mom arrives in hamamatsu, smiling and with gifts in hand, looking down at a daughter that grew up without her. turns out, mom's moving back to japan while dad holds down the fort in rio de janeiro, and mom's got a big surprise.
she's starting a new urban improvement initiative in hamamatsu! in the very same neighborhood daiana settled into for five whole years.
god. fucking. damnit. moms always have to ruin a good thing, don't they?
well, who cares. this time, daiana's not gonna sit back and let it happen. this time, she's gonna get her hands dirty so the people she loves can keep their hands clean. no matter what it takes, she's going to keep her community safe.
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skateboard: daiana's precious skateboard! it's real old and beatup, but daiana doesn't know how to drive and doesn't care for biking, so this is her primary means of transportation, especially when she's delivering food!
cellphone: pretty clean and functional. the glass is broken, though... oops!
canvas bag: this is what she carries all her paints in when she goes on the town!
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[attr="class","header2"]you have to solve yourself
skateboard: daiana's precious skateboard! it's real old and beatup, but daiana doesn't know how to drive and doesn't care for biking, so this is her primary means of transportation, especially when she's delivering food!
cellphone: pretty clean and functional. the glass is broken, though... oops!
canvas bag: this is what she carries all her paints in when she goes on the town!
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