Faizah Latifah || Malaysia

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Faizah Latifah ... If answering your charms' imperative, compliant, I like steel to magnet fly, by what logic do you flatter and entice, only to flee, a taunting fugitive? 'Tis no triumph that you so smugly boast that I fell victim to your tyranny; though from encircling bonds that held you fast your elusive form too readily slipped free, and though to my arms you are forever lost, you are a prisoner in my fantasy. -Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz

CODE NAME: Wizard of Flavor

Female

23

Straight

Malaysian

Clara's Personal Cook

Government

Physical

5' 1"

129 lbs.

Almost jet black

Deep Blue

Olive Tan

Small, slender

Personal

[+]Ladylike: This was something she was taught by her mother, and her relatives on her mothers side. To be respectful, to respect yourself, the way that you handle yourself is the way most people will treat you. If you treat people right then people, will treat you right, there will be rare cases in which people will still treat you wrong, and when that happens have a little dignity for yourself. [+/-]Shy: Faizah is a bit shy, she tends to be shy the first time, and the second, and inclusively the third time you talk to her. Her shyness begins to wear off especially if you become a person she has to frequently see. She also has a hard time looking at most people in the eye, although she is getting better at looking at people in the face when she speaks to them. To some people this trait seems to bothersome sense she also doesn't speak loudly and sometimes her tone of voice is hard to hear. She is getting better at getting rid of this as time wears on. [-]awkward: She is rather awkward, she can't help it. It comes in hand with her fears and her shyness, you can tell she is awkward with the way she reacts to people. Also with the way she reacts when someone flirts with her, she tends to get tense and apprehensive. And if you launch her a compliment it sometimes takes her time to say thank you or to reply to you. It really depends on the level of trust she has in you whether the awkwardness is more visible or less. She tends to have trouble looking at people in the face when she is talking to them but she still tries to get rid of this. [-]Lively: This is pretty much how she is whether your around or not. She will sing songs while she cooks, she will smile, and hum, maybe even dance whether she is cooking or not. This side of her is more easier to see. She is often very cheerful, and when she feels really good she will break into singing at any random moment. If she trusts you enough she will also speak about random things or will tell you something silly she saw or something maybe not to important but still she will tell you. [+/-]naive: She is almost easy to fool, almost. This almost doesn't help much though, she believes almost everything she hears. Almost everything. Except for fortune tellers and people who claim to be clairvoyant, she considers most of them liars out to make money. But she still believes almost everything else, dragons, fairies, goblins, vampires, werewolves, and ghosts, especially ghost stories. If there is any other creature with stories around she is bound to believe it is real. She might not believe certain things, like if you tell her you defied the laws of gravity she will scoff at you, but if you tell her a good story it might take her some time for her to get it out of her head. Her naive nature is very different when it comes to people, she doesn't easily see when someone means harm, and she also doesn't easily think someone will cause her harm, nor does she think with prejudice before she meets someone. She prefers to have faith in people and to trust people, she believes you get to know people better if you are not judgemental. [+/-]superstitious: This comes in hand with her naive nature. She is afraid of black cats crossing in front of her at night, just like she can't step under a ladder. She also is afraid of vampires, and has a bit of garlic hidden in one of the confinments of her purse. She also carries good luck charms with her sometimes, and talismans are one of her favorite charms, sense she believes they scare away bad luck. She also holds a lot of other weird superstitions, like not looking in a mirror around midnight, if someone throws salt on your door you have been cursed.. etc. [+/-]Chicken or scared easy: Probably because she believes most of the ghost stories, or because she listens to them, she very easily scared. Infact she sometimes prefers to give food or rituals to "haunted places" believing that such things will give the troubled spirits rest. She is not always frightened by such things but sense she believes that most creatures exist she even has a tiny cross in her purse, just in case. [+]Independent: She doesn't really need anyone, the only way she will be with a friend or will want to be with anybody else is because she wants to be. Which is a good thing, she will not force someone to hang out with her, just like she won't want to be forced either. Despite that she is almost mystical in some ways due to her beliefs, she is very strong minded when it comes to her dignity and she will not bend or break when it comes to that. [+]Optimistic: Looking on the brightside of things is her specialty despite the fact that not many people are that optimistic anymore she doesn't want to close her heart to the possibilities. And is almost always hoping something good or wonderful is about to happen. She also doesn't give up to easy because of this trait, and when she is very determined to make something work; whether it is something like a computer program, a piece of tecnology or a recipe, she tries it until she is sure that it doesn't work, then she gives up on it and tries another way. This trait tends to annoy people sometimes but most people give up too easy now a days. [+]Free-spirited: She loves her freedom, and also cherishs it, if you try and snap her wings off or put her restrictions on her clothes or the way she does simple things she is bound to get angry with you. She is not rebelious mind you, but she is more carefree, if something begins to cause her stress she is going to find a way to fix it or get rid of it, she isn't going to let it bug her, or get on her nerves too much. Just like she loves her freedom, she believes everyone else has the exact same freedom, the thing is not many people care about it the way she does. [+/-]Fun-loving: She likes to have fun. If its a nice joke, or something more simple like playing a game, or going to an amusement park. She loves it. But let me clarify, she is not a prankster, nor is she one to pull pranks, and she might become irritable if you try to pull a prank on her. Aside from that she does enjoy certain jokes, and sometimes doing silly things just to make people smile, feel good, or laugh. [-]Insecure: This is bad on so many levels. She constantly is comparing herself to others, if she believes someone is perfect or so much more better than herself; she will try to find ways to imitate said person. She is constantly examining herself, wondering if there was something she did wrong or something she could've done better, she really can't help herself sometimes. [-/+]Perfectionist: This is one of the reasons why she is hard on herself, she wants to be perfect and strives to be perfect. Tries to make sure she does nothing wrong, no way she wants to do something that she will later regret. On most occasions this is bad for her sense she is never fully satisfied with herself. Shes also never fully happy with herself, and hasen't completely accpeted herself as she is. [-]Unforgiving: It can take her along time to say sorry or to forgive a person, she may hold resentment in her heart and will allow herself to react upon it which tends to cause problems, and also makes her brash and sometimes down right rude. This doesn't mean she never forgives you. [-]Lazy: This makes trait makes it hard for her to saty angry and hold grudges because of this trait all she feels when she gets angry for too long is that she looses enegry. She prefers to hold resentment sense it is a lot easier to have and carry. Her laziness doesn't help much when is comes to work, she prefers to hide this trait then to demonstrate it, and will push herself to do things if she has too, even if she doesn't feel like doing them. [-]lack of Love: For some reason she can only grow extremely fond of so few people, and the rest of the people she is forced to spend time with, she sometimes can not find the reasons to love them, or reasons to care for them, or even spend time with them.

Likes

Dislikes

Bohemian things: She likes anything with a bohemian flair to it, feathers in hair, or if not in jewerly too, these are acceptable. Scarfs, head bands of all sorts, head scarfs, shawls, slashes, things with lots of colors on them or ethnic patterns on them, or things that maybe they don't have ethnic patterns but they still have the loose and baggy bohemian style, she treasures these things. Charms: Bunny foot, or a four leaf clover, etc. Any charm will do. She also likes charm bracelets and carries many of them. Some are chunky some are made of wood, others are made of metal, any charm will do nicely. As long as it is small enough and has a small hoop, it shall be easy to connect to her bracelets, and she wears five different ones each day. Candles: Mhmmm... they smell good. Very good, cinammon, vanilla, or mint, or sweet lavander any of these will do nicely, just as long as the smell is not to strong it is nice. Candles are beautiful especialy when they are assorted all together in many shapes and sizes and a place is bright enough or dark enough, they seem to glow. Talismans: They are lovely, and big, some profess good luck others are said to hold ancient secrets, some attract wealth, others attract love. Some have no other use except to make you look ethereal or fancy, they go well with wooden beads, or pearls, long dresses, or hippie skirts. Watch out for the talismans that are said to be cursed these are the ones she will definetly not wear. Flowers: She likes flowers but she is not very good with them. For some reason she just can't keep a flower pot alive. She will most of the time end up killing the planton accident, it might not have enough air, or it might be in a dark space, it might not have enough water, she will always end up doing something to the plant without wanting to. Stories: Any kind of story goes well with Faizah, sad ones happy ones, almost all stories have morals or something of great importance to tell, some stories are fantasys and some stories are real but she finds them all fantastic and she tends to keep details of stories in her mind more than anything else. Dancing: She can't exactly dance, but that doesn't mean she doesn't try to dance especially when she is happy, she will spin around, or suddenly look very goofy sticking her fingers in the air like if she were in a disco. Be very careful not to be to close to her when she is happy because if she trusts you enough she might take you by the hand, and make you dance with her by force. Malaysian food: Mhmmm... spicey and aromatic. It is very good, Acar, Bat Kut Teh, these are yummy, there is no doubt. Malaysian cuisine is exotic, and very supreme. Tecnology[b/]: This Malaysian loves tecnology, despite the fact that she knows nothing mcuh about it. She doesn't care about RAM, or gigabytes, all that matters is that the phone has enough space inside to stuff it with photos, and that it has internet. She is almost enslaved to it, if it is shiny, and has several different ringtones, and you can record with it, watch T.V. shows, or listen to music it is great. Her cell phone is her baby.

Smoking: It makes the air dirty, you are slowly killing yourself. You are killing plants, animals, and nature. You are contaminating the atmosphere. It causes cancer, and maybe someone else will get cancer from second hand smoking, there is a lot of reasons why she dislikes the stuff. Drinking: You ruin your brain cells, you intrupt the electrical signals from your brain to your body, in the long run, you will ruin your liver, your kidneys, and other vital organs, you could develope cancer or kidney failure, or your liver will disintegrate while your still living. fortune tellers: Most of them are liars out to make money, money is all they care about, she knows this will sound unusual coming from a girl who believes in almost everything else but she does not believe in fortune tellers, nuh-uh. being considered ignorant: She doesn't have much tolerance for this, she will not yell at you or get into a fight for it, but you might make her feel pushed or vexed, if all you are trying to do is shove knowledge down her throat, she will get tired of it at some point. Thus she will sometimes ignore you or will consider what you are telling her but she will not always accept your words. Life does not follow the rules of math or science, so why bother too much. seeing people waste thier time with useless things: Many people waste thier time, they either waste thier time trying to get revenge or trying to look good in everyones eyes. They waste thier time being slaves, or they waste thier time being angry, life is to short for grudges, and too short for having a lack of unforgiveness, so quit that junk and start living for reals. Wearing suits: This is sometimes like pure torture for her, you ask her to wear a three piece suit with pencil skirt, and high heels, and she will look extremely uncomfortable. She will also look vexed and will feel forced for sometime, she never was the sophisticated type, so if you want to punish her. This is the way to go. Being told what to do: It irk's her when you tell her that she is not supposed to cook the rice in that manner or when you tell her that she is holding the spoon the wrong way, or if you tell her that she is not supposed to turn the stove on in that manner. She won't always argue with you about such things but at some point she will be tired of listening to you. If you tell her she is not supposed top act in a certain manner she will get irked too.

Dreams

Fears

Owning her own perfume shop: This is a big dream it will make her the happiest woman alive. And if she can sell candles and maybe a bit of beautiful jewerly to sell in that shop as well, she is sure to be satisfied. Sharing a place with someone: She has been sharing a small apartment with her mother, well she was her mother is gone now, but she finds the house strangely empty, without her, she dislikes the anxiety that overcomes her when she is alone. Being able to tell when someone is lying to her: This is something she would love sense she has gotten into so many problems, and has also gone through misunderstandings and confusions just because most of the time she trusted people. Most people took advantage of her naive nature just to get a joke out of her, others just lied to take advantage. She still believes people... but if you lied to her and she finds out. She might be very angry with you and won't talk to you for a while.

Seeing someone die: She was close to seeing somebody dies before and she really doesn't want to see more death for now. It was something almost traumatizing. Having bad luck: She doesn't like it and she kind of believes it is real, sense she can not understand how sometimes entire families die one after the other, she also can not understand how if the father was a drinker, sometimes, the son, or if not the grandson has problems with the drink. Or that street where on ocassions people get runned over. Sometimes curses are real and are not to be overlooked, you just gotta know when it is a curse and when it is just a coincidence, or when it is something logical. Being hurt or killed by some mythical creature: She believes they are real, she doesn't belive she will get attacked by one, but then again, you never know. IT is best to have a good luck charm or some sort of peace offering handy.

Background

Faizah was a queer child when she was born in Malaysia, been the only child. She seemed aloof most of the time and extremely quiet, she was still a kid though, if invited she would play tag, and if not she would sit in the dirt and make mud cookies. Sense her mother was british and her father was Malaysian, she had the deep bright blue eyes of her mother, along with a few other facial features, and she had the tan coffee with cream skin, and almost jet black hair of her father. Faizah’s mother (Emily) was a british woman with a love for adventure and a strong but free spirit, she loved to travel and in one of her trips, she met Kamal Faizahs father. Kamal had been Islamic but abandoned Islam much to his family’s dismay and soon afterward he married Emily. Kamal was stricter and a bit bitter you can say, there were times when he was too rough with Faizah due to his sort of bad upbringing. Emily was softer with Faizah, and pretty much tried to reason with Kamals bitter nature. This would lead to discussions sometimes sense Emily would not let Kamal punish or push Faizah the way he was pushed around. At some point though, Emily would win the discussion which would lead to Kamal asking Faizah forgiveness. As Faizah grew older she became more opinionated and whenever she was expressing her thoughts she would often use her hands when speaking. She also became unafraid of what people thought of her, this brought her some problems at school, sense Faizah would try to talk sense to her classmates who were not very wise beyond their years, and in turn would resent Faizah for her… ‘Big mouth’ they would say. In turn Faizah was changed from schools twice, sense the bulling began to get rough, and in the process Faizah slowly began to learn to be more prudent when her self-consciousness, and observation began to kick in. She learned that she didn’t have to be rude to talk sense to someone and sometimes people didn’t like been told the truth. At some point she lost most of her opinionated nature, but she also became quiet gullible, it was became very easy to fool Faizah. Somewhere along the way she had lost her self-esteem, and found herself desperate for friends. So kids who wanted a laugh, or kids who wanted to take advantage of her would lie to her to get whatever they wanted. “I will be your friend if I can have your color pencils,” “Hey, the teacher told you to do 7 pushups..”. The lies were different every time and they all had different purposes. It didn’t take to long for Faizah, to realize she didn’t deserve this type of treatment. She also learned she couldn’t believe everything she hears. It didn’t help much though, because every once in a while people get away with lying to her. During the years that Faizah was growing, Kamal her dad, would go on distant trips to visit relatives, and Emily and Faizah would not see him for two months, meanwhile Emily would run the perfume business that was placed by Kamal. On certain occasions Kamal would take Faizah with him, but there where times when Faizah would stay home. Faizah had a love for perfumes, and would often place perfumes on different customers and advised them which one smelled better on them. She also would tell her mother which ingredients smelled better together. Another one of Faizahs hobbies was cooking, she liked to cook. Not as much as she loved selling perfumes, but she found it fun, and actually had made her own versions of a soup called Bat Kut Teh. Growing up in Malaysia had its ups and downs, living in the village and going to the city for school and work was nice, it was also pretty cool to meet seers, and occasional fortune tellers. But she had to be careful about living in the village. Faizah was convinced the old woman who lived down the road was a witch. Then there was that rumor about some forgotten cemetery deep in the woods… no… without a doubt some things were just down right creepy about Malaysia. Besides the fact that some people were very unsatisfied with the government and that a civil war could break out any day, then every day in the news someone somewhere had been found dead or something like that. Faizah took care not to be outside when it was starting to get dark along with not taking walks down certain roads where she was sure not many people lived. She took special care when it came to ghosts even though she had never seen a ghost. She also little by little learned everything she could about the perfume business sense she found it fun. Till her dad went on a trip one day but this time he didn’t come back. Time afterward someone called Faizahs mother to tell her that her husband had been found dead, and most of his belongings and identification had been stolen. Faizah was only ten and the news was painful to hear, Faizahs mother on the other hand, found herself wondering what she going to do?.. Take care of the shop? Or find another job. It was in those months of uncertainty that she got a strange phone call. Whoever that phone call was from she didn’t like it. The voice of a middle aged man threatened her telling her not to claim the inheritance Kamal had left for her. Emily was stunned. Kamal had no inheritance… or did he? Either way she found the conversation disturbing. A week later after that phone call, she received more threats in the mail, despite this she said nothing to Faizah. But soon after someone had broken into her house and left the house ran shacked from top to bottom. This was when Emily decided it was time to leave Malaysia, probably someone was on their trail and they already knew she had a little girl, she didn’t want the psychopath to get his hands on Faizah. So Emily packed her bags and headed back to London, it was about time Faizah met her grandfather anyway, and Malaysia held too many memories of her husband. Once Faizah got to London she was excited being only ten she didn’t miss Malaysia much and for her the move was simple and non-conflicting she still wanted to sell perfumes when she grew up, and that was all that mattered. Faizah did find London much different than Malaysia, not many fortune tellers, or seers, she didn’t have such a hard time with English sense Faizah’s mother taught her a lot but she did have trouble adjusting to school work. Faizah began to grow a liking for bohemian things while in London, and she also was admitted into school after a few months. Faizah still found herself also bored most of the time, despite her frequent walks around London, she also felt pressured by her grandfather who told her she should reach for something better besides selling perfumes, and told her that she should reach for something that left her with more money. Her grandpa was pushy, always telling her where to go what to do, at some point the arguments got so intense, that Faizah would just tell her grandpa whatever he wanted to hear so the arguments would be less. Faizah felt stress when it came to studying but she did figure that in order to place her perfume shop she would need money. Maybe her grandpa was right… she did need to focus more on getting a “real job”. She did feel bothered sense her grandpa was comparing her to her cousins, her cousins wanted “real jobs” one wanted to be a dentist and the other wanted to be a doctor, it bugged her though, she didn’t care the ambition or goals her cousins had. Still, she focused on finishing her studies in high-school, feeling unsure of what job she was going to pick up on, to make enough money to plant her own business. Faizah’s life changed direction when she received a call that her mother had a stroke and was in coma. Despite the fact that her family was doing what they could to support, Faizah had to stop high-school for a while, and got herself small jobs here and there, to at least have money for her school supplies that way, and the extra money could be used for her mother’s stay at the hospital. Despite her grief her grandpa was still pushy, and Faizah began to hate the pressure he was putting on her. It seemed like no matter what she did she was never good enough, never smart enough. Never loud enough, never out going enough. As a result, Faizah became more shy and introverted, but she also figured if she was not smart enough, she should just allow herself to take whatever career her grandpa wanted to push her into. Maybe she was wrong all along, maybe she had to be more simple, if passion was not important than maybe she would just force herself to become a lawyer or an architect. Maybe work for the government. If money was the most important thing and nothing else mattered then who cared. Her grandpa got to talking to her about becoming a government official, why not work for the Cabinet Office. He began to stuff Faizah’s stressed out and blurry mind like a turkey to his own liking, telling her what he believed to be true. He just wanted the best for her, although unbeknownst to him Faizah only accepted half of what he said; sense she felt she was forgetting something important. Still she avoided voicing her opinions and worked decided she was going to work in the Cabinet Office. “Why not become the Executive?” her grandpa pushed. It seemed to make sense at that time. She pretty much went and worked towards good grades and 5 months before graduating from Highschool, Faizah received a phone call that her mother died. Faizah felt torn. She pushed forward with school, but she just was going through the motions, nothing else seemed to matter. Her grandfather paused on his doggedness, but it didn’t make much of a difference to Faizah. Once Faizah finished High-school she was tempted to quit studying. She didn’t feel much resolve to go into college, but she knew she needed to go to college, if she wanted to become anything, and have any money and be ‘successful’. So she allowed herself to turn into her grandfather robot for a while… she pushed aside her thoughts and ideas, sense she was still dealing with her mothers death and got herself a job. As she worked… the idea of becoming the idea of becoming Chief Executive of the Cabinet Office seemed like a reachable goal for her. Still something was nibbling at the back of her head. She saved money and once she felt she had enough she began the process of entering college. But as she started going through college it was in those times when she found jams along the way. Being Malaysian she ended up finding out that it was going to be a lot easier to become a doctor than to work for the government. She found herself discriminated by peers, including teachers. Everyone figured she should try something else, instead of anything government like. Faizah was reminded of the history of Malaysia, Malaysia was intended to be a slave nation, Malaysia was never intended to learn English, or go to school. Never intended to build cities, or have luxuries and much less become someone in the government. This was the message the books seemed to say to her, in short. Apparently people from her school thought the same way. Faizah was also beginning to have nights without much sleep, stress mounting on her. It seemed as if all her unvoiced opinions, and set aside grief was starting to crawl in. She did feel awful but she also began to feel sick sometimes, her blood pressure also would end-up losing stability and she would grow almost faint on certain days. There were days when she didn’t get a meal until 4 hours after waking up sense she spent all day rushed and buried under paperwork. With this resolve on her mind, it didn’t take too long for Faizah to end up in the hospital. Once in the hospital she had time to rethink her life over. Her grandfather had turned into a monster that she was afraid of, and she also spent most of her life living for him, she still had money for college tuition but she didn’t know if she should continue with it or not. Becoming the Minister for the Cabinet office seemed more like a burden than a great idea. Was she really going to go on with this? Was this the type of life she wanted? Did she want to be unhappy with a boring job as a librarian for a good sum of her life? Or maybe even the rest of her life..? Then she had spent a lot of time supporting her grandfather.. all that was not very good for her. She wanted to be happy. She realized how unhealthy his constant nagging had become for her, and so she decided to do something nice for herself, and pushed aside her grand-fathers opinions. She didn’t live for her grandfather, she lived for herself. All of her fear and worry over her controlling grandpa was useless. Useless. Sense she was never good enough in his view what did it matter. She was not his slave, and she was not going to tolerate him any longer. She decided she was going to do whatever made her most happy. Once she recovered, she finished off the last month of her college rather without much enthusiasm and not taking too much care, and once she received her title she allowed her life to take a pause. She remembered that old dream of hers she still wanted that perfume shop. That lovely perfume shop, and she also wanted to sell candles with it... why not, she loved candles. She knew she was going to need money for a shop. A lot of money. She figured… she was going to get herself a temporary job meanwhile she decided what needed to be done. But she was not going to become a librarian or a history teacher, she was going to do another thing that she could do best… cooking. Faizah found cooking fun, and she liked it, not as much as she loved perfumes but it was still something she liked, English food was... ah okay I guess but Malaysian food was good. So with the little money she had left she took a small class on cooking, she wanted to make yummy, yummy Malaysian food. She pretty much cooked for her own enjoyment and entered a competition on Malaysian food… and she won. Much to her surprise, she won out of 55 different people. Faizah was pretty happy, but she was also surprised when government officials came knocking on her door… and what did they want. Well they really didn’t say what they wanted. They pretty much apprehended her and took her to an office(she didn’t even know where sense the government officials didn’t even permit her to look out the window). Once in the office where they explained that all they wanted was for her to cook for their secret weapon… well more specific. A girl named Clara. Faizah accepted the offer sense the pay was going to be good, and in maybe a year or two, she would be able to place her perfume shop. She has been working as Clara’s personal cook ever sense, with the exception that she is sometimes asked to cook and cater for other government officials as well.

Role-Play Sample

Faizah didn’t know what but there was something about him that was different. She just couldn’t place a finger on it. He was interesting though... she suddenly sneezed. She quickly turned to look at the pot. She mixed in the Black pepper. Then smelled the sauce, it was almost ready but she felt like she needed it to thicken just a little more so she turned up the heat and waited. Faizah finished preparing the spicy rice for Clara’s breakfast. She knew how much Clara enjoyed this so she was trying to make sure everything was just right. This morning was extra cold. Winter was coming, and London seemed to be getting colder. Faizah actually prepared herself some hot chocolate in a separate pot. She served herself a cup. She loved the way it tasted. She prepared just enough… she allowed her mind to wander. maybe he would like a cup too.. A draft entered and shook the curtains. Faizah closed the window. She knew Clara disliked the cold… she prepared the table, then looked at the cupboard. Hmm… would Clara like some hot chocolate too…? She took out an extra mug and placed it on the table. She then finished placing the rice on the plate, then turned down the heat from the sauce. She hoped it would thicken, sense Clara was about to wake up at any moment.

OOC Information

Lula, Mal, or Maly

Huzzah Faizah, Maly101 (more too come.)

A panda walks into a restaurant, sits down, and orders a sandwich. He eats the sandwich, pulls out a gun, and shoots the waiter dead. As the panda stands up to go, the manager shouts, "Hey! Where are you going? You just shot my waiter, and you didn't even pay for your sandwich!""Hey, man, I'm a PANDA! Look it up!"The manager opens his dictionary and reads: "Panda: a tree-dwelling mammal of Asian origin, characterized by distinct black and white coloring. Eats shoots and leaves."

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. Alright! So we've had a few SEA people on the board who have just been waiting forever to get their hands on a Malaysia - and now it's finally happened. By applying to this board you have made several muns (and several muses) both happy and unhappy with your presence. So, you're in. For better or for worse, you're in... and I sincerely hope you're capable of handling Clara because there are few people who can. Welcome to the family. The name is Latifah. Faizah Latifah.

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