Maya M. Spade Character Stuff ProfileName: Maya Elise M./ Spade
Alias': May, Dreamer, Air Head, and Chica
Birthdate: January 25
Birthplace: Bronxville, New York
Ethnicity: African American
Occupation: Student and working at Starbucks
Language(s): English and Japanese
Native tongue: English
Weapons/Offensive equipment: Pocket Knife, PACTO Cards
Items/Defensive equipment/Misc: Purple Jewel Necklace
Money/Amount of: 20$ a week
Transportation: Walking/ Teleportation (that counts?)
Theme Song(s): "One Of The Boys" Katy Perry and "Titanium" David Guetta ft. Sia
Blood type: AB-
Eye Color: Dark Chocolate
Hair: Black and shoulder length
Skin: Milk Chocolate/ Dark spots due to Eczema or scars.
Shoe size: 10 ˝ (womens)
Figure/build: Curvy/ chubby.
Volume of voice Mellow, soft
-Piercings: Ear piercing
-Clothing style: Street/Punk
Currently lives: New York, New York
Description of daily surroundings: Bright lights and
Signs Of Too Much Sugar: Maya1. I'll be singing or humming loudly.
2. Sudden personality changes (from myself to Space Core, to Turret, and falls asleep)
3. Constant repeating of words.
4. "HEY, HEY LADY, HEY, HEY, HEY, LADY!" No matter what gender, I won't stop until you answer me.
5. Laughs loudly and tells rude jokes.
6. Tells trivial information.
7. "12, 12, 12, 12, 12, 12,--GIMMEH!"
8. Odd sounds.
9. Rapid shaking.
10. Day dreaming, once you snap me out of it I'll scream as loud as I can.
11. Diva fits.
NervousI grow nervous...
I start to shiver...as if I'm cold. I am cold, my fingers, toes, and lips are freezing...My teeth chatter together, creating an irritating sound. I start to think what will happen to me next, will I die? Will I be found? Will they get me before I make it out alive? My hand refuses to hold a pencil, my eyes refuse to listen to me...as I write my final regrets...