Arim Urem'der (repost)

[Arim Urem'der]

Arim Urem’der
22 | 14/09
AB+ | Female | Asexual

Physical Description
Stands at the short height of 5'3", weighs a little under 120 lbs. She's limber and there's not a lot muscle on her body, she has a very thin frame. Arim retains the board-like figure , there's not much curve or shape to her. She has very slender digits, but long hands, giving her something of a "spindly" look to her limbs and hands. Her feet are similarly thin, which has caused her to roll them quite a bit and fall. She wears a size 6 shoe. Overall, her body is very well taken care of. She retains a healthy skin-tone, her skin is relatively scar-less aside from her wrists (at least before the fallout it was). Her skin is a dark olive tone, occasional moles and birthmarks dot her skin in a sporadic fashion, but they're not quite noticable when she's fully clothed. Arim no longer wears any makeup, her face simply natural and dirty. Her priorities on looks seems to have dropped now.

The one strange note about her now is that nearly all of her right arm is missing now. The majority of it is simply gone, only the ball of her shoulder remaining. It's grossly scarred and torn up, a few scabs still remaining on it. She normally keeps it bandaged and sanitized.

It's very obvious she's of korean descent, especially in her facial features. She has almond-shaped eyes, though quite large in shape. They're a deep brown colour with the occasional amber flecks within them. She has an oval face, and somewhat flat with a smaller nose. She has thin lips, a bit worn from her nervous lip-biting habit. Her ears remained pierced, though she usually only wears simple studs in them. Abandoned all pretense of dyed hair, hair is short and choppy and barely longer than two inches. It's thick and a very dark, rich brown in colour with slight curls at the ends of the thick hair that brush across her forehead. Arim only has one facial scar that runs vertically down, just below her left eye.

Arim's clothing is namely simple things that she can freely move in. She prefers t-shirts or tanks, jeans or cargo pants. She only has one pair of hiking boots. Typically, it's a tank top with a dark black t-shirt overtop of it. She wears denim work jeans (a thicker variant than your usual type), and black hiking boots on her feet. Her left hip has something of a make-shift pack at the side. It looks like a modified leather purse or satched, but attached with belts that attach it to her waist and leg, looking like a strange belt if nothing else. This satchel contains emergency medicine and small tools she needs on the fly. Aside from the outfits, she always wears an open, worn labcoat that hangs just a bit above her knees. It was once pristeen white, but now stained with dirt and specks of blood. The bottom is a bit grayed and torn from time. Lastly, she has a dark gray totebag pack slung across her shoulder, containing most of her supplies in it.


Talents
Medical Experience: Previously enrolled in medical school for 5 years training to be a Doctor. Arim has a solid grasp of medical knowledge. Though she lacks the major experience more seasoned professionals would have, there aren't many people who have medical training and knowledge. It should be noted that Arim also carries supplies, tools and books for this purpose. She only has a few encyclopedias she manages to salvage from the rubble.

Memory: Arim has a fairly good memory, and has an eye for little details and things (useful in her line of work). She pays attention, even when she doesn't seem like she is.

Dexterous: She's a speedy one when she wants to be, specifically with her hands. Useful when you've only one of of them.

Writing: She's actually a fairly decent at poetry and prose. While she doesn't show many people, she does it quite well. What she writes about is unknown, she never tells anyone.



Personality
She's rather mellow most of the time, a silent, smiling tranquility. Arim doesn't talk a lot, unless she's provoked or she feels the need to comment on something. She tends to be a bit shy at times, but she's kind and friendly. Curious to a fault, can't help but her nose where it shouldn't be very often, gets her into trouble quite a bit. Arim tends to have extensive knowledge on the most random information, especially the medical sciences, sometimes likes to bring it out of the random even though it doesn't make much sense to most. Arim seems to be a lot more detached and quiet. She looks as if she's never paying attention to people, despite listening. In the middle of conversation, she'll even deter to another topic, not even realizing it. Arim also has a habit of talking to herself a lot, often while she's working. She comments that it's to keep herself company.

Due to a lot of the recent events, Arim has reason to be cynical at times. While she does, she usually keeps it to herself. She reassures other people that everythings okay, even when it's not. It's hard to keep positive in such a word, and she'd rather keep whatever security she can confide in other people. She's always been prone to unstability, so she has to actively keep it up in order to not lose herself. Arim likes to pay attention to the little things that keep her happy, things like reading and writing are two of these things.

The years have calmed her a bit, and she's quite good at keeping a cool level head. Her concentration is something to be reckoned with. Even the most bizarre things won't even make her bat an eyelash. Strangely enough though, she seems to have certain triggers. Small, seemingly normal things can completely set her off and make her skittish and afraid. There's little-to-no warning to what they are, or when they happn, but they usually prove to be devestating to Arim. The only saving grace is that they pass quickly, but she's much more gittery afterwards. She returns back to normal after an hour or so, but it's hard to pin-point what exactly makes her so afraid, and out of nowhere seemingly.

Arim regards most people with a base respect. She listens to all opinions and input, learning whatever she can from anyone she can. Everyone has something valid to say. What they do to her and how they interact back to her will change how she treats them. She typically regards people she dislikes with curt-answers, making it very apparent she'd rather not be around them. Due to years of living with the screaming ball of fury that was Delilah, Arim has built something of a resistance to yelling and screaming. Anger largely uneffects her, and she often regards it with silence until they finish. She typically doesn't react unless they touch her.

Overall, Arim thinks way too much. She's more of a thinker than a doer, which often gets her backed up into many problems. She tries her best to help people when she can, being a doctor. Her main goal is to preserve knowledge (hence her gathering of books) and helping the injured and sick whenever she can. These goals often conflict, but all she can do is try.

Hard-bitten Atheist, any discussion of religion or belief will be met with apprehension.




History

Cosette Faustine was born in North America as an only child in a well-set family. While not rich, they were above middle class, at least enough to hire a round-the-clock nurse to take care of Cosette 24/7. Her parents were not very maternal figures, often going to work or doing their own thing, leaving Cosette and her nanny, Yuta, alone. Unknown to her parents, she was a phenomenally smart young girl, reading books at a young age and trying to expand her curiosity with the literature around her. The descent of Yuta was Brazilian and an expert of Capoeira, taught the little girl all the basics. Cosette was home schooled with Yuta because Cosette had problems interacting with students at a young age, often oddly avoiding them or just not talking to them at all. With her parents always gone, and most of her time spent with Yuta, the young girl grew increasingly attached her to nanny and distanced from her parents. The lack of love and affection from them replaced with Yuta was all she had, and it was all she needed.

However, things didn’t roll over quite as well as they had wanted. Parents had grown increasingly jealous that Cosette had become closer to Yuta than they had ever been with her, thinking that the nanny was at fault for this. Simple solution? Fire the nanny. Having grown into such a mother-daughter relationship with Cosette, the nanny did not want to part with the young girl, unable to ever see her again. A quarrel burst from the two oppositions, Yuta did not want to leave, but the parents refused to let her see their daughter ever again. Blinded with fury, Yuta grabbed a nearby lamb and beat them to death in a fit of rage, only to realize once they were dead what she had done. Unknown to the nanny, the young girl had witnessed the whole thing behind her. However, Cosette’s eyes were only blank with disappointment rather than fear and devastation; she felt no love towards her parents so she could feel no remorse for them. However, her concern was what would happen to Yuta.

It had started, it was then the ultimate test of her wit, Yuta can not get caught. Spending her immense time, she moved everything around, making a tale and shaping it for an alibi for her beloved nanny. However, it was never to cover up the corpse… there was too much evidence already against that; she could not cover up the murder itself. Too many people knew her parents, and knew that they were at home. Instead, she had to alter it. Presenting the evidence herself, she made it look like she herself had committed the murder against her parents, her already unstable social skills presenting as good evidence. Yuta was never trialed, and for punishment, Cosette underwent counseling and rehabilitation. While this was the only lawful punishment for her, it had affected her mentally. Rearranging corpses, fixing the deaths and making it look like she had committed them, it had damaged her consciousness. Cosette started to have problems; she constantly washed her hands, and could never touch herself anywhere. She complained her hands reeked of blood, and were constantly stained red. As time went on, she could only see her hands covered in blood all the time, her wrists suddenly became chronically itchy and she had to constantly scratch and pick at them. The young girl complained there was something underneath her skin that was making her itch, and she had to get it out. Doctors had wrapped up her arms to the elbow, making her wear short gloves to get her to stop this horrible habit.

Having gone through 6 years of rehabilitation; Cosette finally needs to return to mainstream schooling. Due to private reasons, her name had been changed (by her personal preference) to Arim Urem’der. Learning from counselors to become more social, she was finally fit to communicate with others. She finally started the first day of school ever, being supported all the way by her adoptive mother, Yuta.

Of course, as much as Arim had liked this happy life of hers, no such things are permanent. She faced several complications during her times at Public Highschool #259. Things went terribly wrong for her with the arrival of a strange man named Serj Castlereagh. Promptly after, Delilah and Rem broke up, and had rather terrible consequences. Yahto and Rem had left 259, and Delilah was promptly jailed. Arim, once again, felt like she was all alone in the world again. There was only one person to turn to, and she refused. She knew it was the bad descision. This mixed with her unstable mind, Arim felt she was left with no other choice but to run away. This had not done much to help her, as she progressed poorly over time, wearing away at her mind. She knew full well of this, and only one last resort to possibly fix it all. She would return to her previous home. What happened in these years isn't solid in knowledge to anyone but Arim, but she simply faded into obscurity.

Losing her friends, she felt nothing left for her in her past. Arimgraduated at 17, moving on to University in order to train to be a Doctor. She couldn't help herself, but at least there was others she could help, perhaps. She took solace in that fact. Her schooling, overall, went fairly smoothly. Her life seemed to be returning to a normal track, at least before the fallout. When the bombs had hit, Arim had unfortunately had no place to take proper shelter. Rubble fell on top of her, and she blacked out. She was unsure how long she was out, but when she woke she was pinned beneath the heavy rubble. Her left arm was crushed beneath it. All attempts to call for help were met with silence. Whether it was a boiling panic or fear, Arim felt she would die if she stayed the way she did. Managing to grasp at surgical supplies next to her and wrap a makeshift tourniquet, her next plan was to free herself. She cauterized the wound afterwards, staunching the bleeding. The collapsed wall revealed the orange glow of sunset on the horizon, and illuminated the destruction around her. What kind of reaction do you have to that kind of thing? The building, once bustling with several promising staff and students was now silent. The student grabbed whatever supplies she could salvage from the building, whether it was books or medical supplies. She loaded up her bags, trying to take as much as she could along with her. She slept in whatever abandoned building she could find, keeping a pace to return to place she once knew. There was only one person in the world she was looking for now, wherever they were.






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