Loli Carpendar
Introduction / Background
Loli lifted her hand to her eyes to shield them from the first rays of dawn. Her feet dangled idly in the water and the swells rolled under her, lifting her up, and then gently setting her down. The motion was subtle—she was far from shore—but comforting, like being cradled in her mother's arms.
The sound of breaking waves rose steadily; soon it would be time. There were few other surfers already on the water, regulars whose abilities were equal to her own. A few of them chatted, but she ignored them. When the time was right, she began to slowly paddle in. As the next swell came in and started to crest, she caught it and was quickly up on her board. When the ride was over, she fell backwards off the board into the water again. After a few moments, she found an opening in the waves and headed back out.
Within the hour, more people started taking to the waves. The beach was becoming crowded now and the cacophony of voices shouting and laughing threatened to overtake the crashing waves. It was time for her to go. "See you tomorrow, Joe," were the only words she had said all morning. They were made to a balding middle-aged man who had been out nearly as long as she had. "Keep it hangin' Loli," he called as she caught the next crest.
Loli's wavy, long black hair is always moist, as if she just got out of the water and combed it out, and smells faintly of the open sea after a heavy storm when the air is clean and clear. When she has been in the water long, she develops translucent webbing between her toes and fingers that quickly vanishes when she dries off. When the sun catches her skin just right in the water, an observant onlooker may catch hints of iridescent scales along neck, shoulders, and other exposed parts of her skin. Her aquamarine eyes and slightly tapered ears are also signs of her fae lineage, though they are usually too subtle for people to notice.
She has a small, slender, athletic body and is often mistaken for a young teen despite being nearly twenty years old. Loli has never had a need for makeup—her hair, lips, and skin are always the perfect shade despite hours of exposure to seawater. The freckles across the bridge of her nose and her friendly white smile give her an innocent, understated beauty that is often not appreciated.
In the water, she wears a spring wetsuit with short sleeves and legs, even in winter. The cold of the water has never bothered her. Outside the water, she usually wears simple t-shirts and shorts or jeans with sandals or beat up sneakers. Her jewelry consists of simple silver earrings (three on the right plus an ear cuff and four on the left), a seashell necklace, and matching ankle bracelet.
After taking off the wetsuit and slipping on a pair of shorts over her one-piece swimsuit, Loli finished drying off and brushing the sand from her legs while she waited for the bus. She watched as more people arrived and the parking lot filled up with weekenders trying to get to the beach early. Soon, perhaps as early as next week, summer would say goodbye and these same people would pack away their beach blankets, umbrellas, and coolers until late spring. But she and Joe would always be back. When the bus pulled up, more people with sunhats and towels draped over their necks stepped off. When she stepped onto the once crowded bus, she smiled at the bus driver, flashed her pass, and had no problem finding a seat for her and her board. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the window as the bus rumbled on and she allowed herself to drift asleep.
A catnap, two bus transfers, and a 3-block walk later, she headed up the stairs to her modest apartment. Curiously, her roommate had already left so she had the place to herself. She took a quick shower to wash the salt off and put on some fresh clothes. Loli turned on the television and watched Saturday morning cartoons from the kitchen while she made a breakfast of toast and the last of the orange juice straight from the carton. After she was done, she hurriedly tidied the small mess she had made, turned off the television, and headed out the door. At the bottom of the steps, she fumbled with the lock and chain to her bike—a simple cruiser that she bought used from the flea market five years ago.
She turned into a small shopping center and went around back of the Wailele Dive Shop. She opened the gate and left the bike propped against the fence on the far side of the training pool. She grabbed the skimmer and starting picking up the leaves and bugs that had fallen on the surface. She was in the middle of brushing the sides when a handsome, dark-haired man in shorts, flip-flops, and a store polo shirt stepped out of the shop. "How does the Ph look Loli?" he asked.
"I haven't checked it yet, Dad." She paused, kneeled down, and dipped her finger in the water before tasting it. "A little high, but that's normal. I'll do a test and add some acid after I clean finish with this."
"Ok, sweetheart," he said before turning and going back into the shop.
Big Eyes, Small Mouth (Second edition)
Loli lifted her hand to her eyes to shield them from the first rays of dawn. Her feet dangled idly in the water and the swells rolled under her, lifting her up, and then gently setting her down. The motion was subtle—she was far from shore—but comforting, like being cradled in her mother's arms.
The sound of breaking waves rose steadily; soon it would be time. There were few other surfers already on the water, regulars whose abilities were equal to her own. A few of them chatted, but she ignored them. When the time was right, she began to slowly paddle in. As the next swell came in and started to crest, she caught it and was quickly up on her board. When the ride was over, she fell backwards off the board into the water again. After a few moments, she found an opening in the waves and headed back out.
Within the hour, more people started taking to the waves. The beach was becoming crowded now and the cacophony of voices shouting and laughing threatened to overtake the crashing waves. It was time for her to go. "See you tomorrow, Joe," were the only words she had said all morning. They were made to a balding middle-aged man who had been out nearly as long as she had. "Keep it hangin' Loli," he called as she caught the next crest.
Loli's wavy, long black hair is always moist, as if she just got out of the water and combed it out, and smells faintly of the open sea after a heavy storm when the air is clean and clear. When she has been in the water long, she develops translucent webbing between her toes and fingers that quickly vanishes when she dries off. When the sun catches her skin just right in the water, an observant onlooker may catch hints of iridescent scales along neck, shoulders, and other exposed parts of her skin. Her aquamarine eyes and slightly tapered ears are also signs of her fae lineage, though they are usually too subtle for people to notice.
She has a small, slender, athletic body and is often mistaken for a young teen despite being nearly twenty years old. Loli has never had a need for makeup—her hair, lips, and skin are always the perfect shade despite hours of exposure to seawater. The freckles across the bridge of her nose and her friendly white smile give her an innocent, understated beauty that is often not appreciated.
In the water, she wears a spring wetsuit with short sleeves and legs, even in winter. The cold of the water has never bothered her. Outside the water, she usually wears simple t-shirts and shorts or jeans with sandals or beat up sneakers. Her jewelry consists of simple silver earrings (three on the right plus an ear cuff and four on the left), a seashell necklace, and matching ankle bracelet.
After taking off the wetsuit and slipping on a pair of shorts over her one-piece swimsuit, Loli finished drying off and brushing the sand from her legs while she waited for the bus. She watched as more people arrived and the parking lot filled up with weekenders trying to get to the beach early. Soon, perhaps as early as next week, summer would say goodbye and these same people would pack away their beach blankets, umbrellas, and coolers until late spring. But she and Joe would always be back. When the bus pulled up, more people with sunhats and towels draped over their necks stepped off. When she stepped onto the once crowded bus, she smiled at the bus driver, flashed her pass, and had no problem finding a seat for her and her board. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the window as the bus rumbled on and she allowed herself to drift asleep.
A catnap, two bus transfers, and a 3-block walk later, she headed up the stairs to her modest apartment. Curiously, her roommate had already left so she had the place to herself. She took a quick shower to wash the salt off and put on some fresh clothes. Loli turned on the television and watched Saturday morning cartoons from the kitchen while she made a breakfast of toast and the last of the orange juice straight from the carton. After she was done, she hurriedly tidied the small mess she had made, turned off the television, and headed out the door. At the bottom of the steps, she fumbled with the lock and chain to her bike—a simple cruiser that she bought used from the flea market five years ago.
She turned into a small shopping center and went around back of the Wailele Dive Shop. She opened the gate and left the bike propped against the fence on the far side of the training pool. She grabbed the skimmer and starting picking up the leaves and bugs that had fallen on the surface. She was in the middle of brushing the sides when a handsome, dark-haired man in shorts, flip-flops, and a store polo shirt stepped out of the shop. "How does the Ph look Loli?" he asked.
"I haven't checked it yet, Dad." She paused, kneeled down, and dipped her finger in the water before tasting it. "A little high, but that's normal. I'll do a test and add some acid after I clean finish with this."
"Ok, sweetheart," he said before turning and going back into the shop.
Big Eyes, Small Mouth (Second edition)
| Value | Statistics | Cost |
|---|---|---|
| 8 | Body | 8 |
| 5 | Mind | 5 |
| 8 | Soul | 8 |
| Value | Derived Statistics | |
| 7 | ACV | |
| 5 | DCV | |
| 80 | Health | |
| 16 | Shock | |
| 65 | Energy | |
| Level | Attributes | Cost |
| 3 | Animal Friendship: -2 to Soul Checks, +1 to Animal Training Skill | 3 |
| Aquatic creatures only | -1 | |
| 3 | Attractive: Very cute | 3 |
| 1 | Features: Underwater Vision | 1 |
| 1 | Highly Skilled: +10 skill points (30 total) | 1 |
| 2 | Special Defense: Immune to cold, pressure, and other environmental effects of water and the open sea | 2 |
| 1 | Special Defense: Aging, ages at half the rate of humans | 1 |
| 1 | Sixth Sense: Sense Water | 1 |
| 2 | Water Speed: Swift fish (30 kph) and breathe water and air | 6 |
| Defects | Cost | |
| 1 | Marked: See above | -1 |
| 1 | Not So Strong: +2 to Body rolls involving strength | -1 |
| 1 | Skeleton in the Closet | -1 |
| Total Statistic+Atrributes+Defect Points | 35 | |
| Level | Skills (Specialty) [Statistic] | Cost |
| 3 | Cultural Arts (Urban Legends) [Mind] | 3 |
| 2 | Medical (Emergency Response) [Mind (or Body)] | 6 |
| 2 | Navigation (Sea) [Mind] | 4 |
| 5 | Performing Arts (Singing) [(Body + Mind + Soul)/3] | 5 |
| 6 | Sports (Surfing) [Body (or Mind or Soul)] | 6 |
| 6 | Swimming (Scuba) [Body] | 6 |
| Total Skill Points | 30 |
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