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NAME: Sai
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CHARACTER INFO.
NAME: Knives Chau
CANON: Scott Pilgrim
AGE: 18
APPEARANCE: 2D Knives and 3D Knives
CANON POINT: Post-series

BACKGROUND:
NOT SO LONG AGO...

IN THE MYSTERIOUS LAND...

OF TORONTO, CANADA...

SCOTT PILGRIM WAS DATING A HIGH SCHOOLER.

PERSONALITY:
Knives Chau is unaware of the power of her love—of just how strongly her emotions make up the core of her very being. Most people say that she comes off as too strong, knocking over people (like Scott Pilgrim, for example) with the sheer force of her love and affection. She tends to love people a little too much and much too easily. It's nearly impossible for her to let go of said love once it has grabbed hold of her heart. After all, it took her one very long year of constant heartbreak and major soul-searching for her to finally get over her ex-boyfriend, Scott Pilgrim, of all people.

She is the ultimate fangirl. She just doesn't love the things that she finds cool—she obsesses. Like the feeling of love, it's very difficult for her to get over any of her obsessions. For example, even after her former idol Envy Adams had her drummer to punch the highlights out of her hair, she still thinks that Envy's music is the best thing ever. As an impressionable and insecure teenage girl figuring out her own identity, she tries emulating the people she admires (or at least begrudgingly respects) in hopes of gaining their admiration in return. Cutting her hair short like Kim, dyeing it the same color as Ramona, and becoming more of a hipster in order to win over the heart of Scott are just a few of the many instances where she tries to become a cooler version of herself.

While it gets freezing-ass cold in her hometown of Toronto, Knives has absolutely zero chill herself. There is rarely a time when she isn't worked up over something. On an emotional scale of 1 to 10, she's always is a 100. No matter the emotion, she makes sure that everyone around her knows exactly how she feels in the most extreme way possible. For example, when she's feeling happy and affection, prepared to be smothered by her Attack Hugs™. Often times, her emotions will trump any common sense or rationality. If someone's boyfriend suddenly dumps them without an explanation, the rational thing to do would be to confront about his reasons why in civil conversation and get closure. For her, the obvious logical course of action is to stalk her ex-boyfriend, attack his current girlfriend twice, and then date his younger look-a-like in order to make him jealous. Not one of her proudest moments, by far.

Not to mention that she also can be painfully oblivious to other people's feelings, like how she had no idea Scott was losing interest in her until he broke up with her. Occasionally she'll have random and loud outbursts when she feels ignored or extremely agitated.

Before meeting Scott, Knives came off as your typical, quiet if not shy Catholic school girl. Turns out she's quite the talker. A big talker. She absolutely loves to talk. With a mouth that's almost as big as her heart, she is not afraid to dominate a conversation and possibly ramble someone to an early and chatty death.

While it could be said that her extreme talkativeness tends to scare people away, it could simply be attributed to her eagerness to make friends. Having only one close friend up til recently, she never hesitates to put herself out there and meet new people. She cares about her friends, likes being around them, and will always support them in their dreams. Even if that dream is a shitty two-man band called Shatter Band that totally butchers a cover of The Monkees' "I'm A Believer", you bet Knives will be there in the front of the crowd and cheering the loudest.

Underneath all her extremes, Knives just happens to be a very sweet and very enthusiastic girl who perpetually wears her big heart on her sleeve for the world to see.

Despite all the maturing she's done in the past year and her recently gained confidence, she's still very much the vulnerable and insecure teenage girl from Toronto, not the cool and tough woman she strives to be. She fears that she'll be that girl forever. That she'll never grow up to do fantastic things with her life and actually make a difference in the world. Feelings of confusion and unhappiness continue to linger on, but she's okay with these feelings because the alternative would be going back to her clueless self and there's no way she'd ever go back to that. Now, she does her best to think and really look into herself for the answers.

Even though she doesn't have it all figured out quite yet, after centering an entire year of her life on one guy, she's ready on finally learning to love herself.

ABILITIES:
For the most part, Knives is a normal human girl. She has no supernatural abilities, and can be hurt easily if her opponent is stronger/bigger/fatter like Ramona than her. Just don't expect her to go down without a fight!

Weapons Training: Her name is Knives for a reason. Due to being trained by her weapons-obsessed father from a young age, she is highly proficient in wielding all kinds of sharp weaponry. From daggers to sai to butterfly swords to good ole regular knives, she'll use her weapons as both melee and throwing objects.

Advanced Martial Arts & Agility: Well-versed in martial arts, she is a strong fighter with a natural athleticism. She also demonstrates remarkable agility such as making gravity-defying jumps and ninja-like skills such as stalking following people without any detection.

INVENTORY:
♥ the clothes on her back (a hand-made Sex Bob-omb t-shirt and some jeans)

♥ ONE (1) OVERPRICED PSEUDO-VINTAGE HIPSTER BACKPACK CONTAINING ♥
♥ one (1) pair of her trusty sai

♥ one (1) black and white striped scarf

♥ one (1) pair of chopsticks and one (1) empty container of TOP RAMEN she wolfed down before falling through the rift

♥ one (1) beat-up RAZR phone that's covered in scratches and stickers.

♥ one (1) pair of Hello Kitty headphones and one (1) 4th-gen iPod Nano that's filled with The Clash of Demonhead's and Envy Adam's greatest hits.

WRITING SAMPLES.
NETWORK SAMPLE:
TEXT+VIDEO ♥ UN: ChauDown

OMG.

OMG.

O M F G!!!

I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!!!! THIS IS LIKE THE WORST THING TO HAVE EVER HAPPENED...EVER SDKFJSKDLJFKLSDJFLKSDJFL

[ If there is anyone who says that it's impossible to all caps keysmash in your head, then they've clearly haven't had the chance of encountering the amazingly complex enigma that is the mind of Knives Chau (18 years old). It's trying times like these when she wishes that her phone worked here on Oska. While the whole communicating with each other's minds through magical jewelry is kind of cool in a weird fantasy novel way, there's nothing more satisfying than smashing random keys on a keyboard to express all her emotions.

And there's the fact that she's crying more rivers than in that Justin Timberlake song she used to love before she discovered what "good" music was a year and two months ago. There's no way she's going to showcase her blotchy face and blubbering cries all over the network. No way. She does, however, quickly switch to video to show everyone the cause of her distress - her precious iPod Nano with a smashed-up and ominously dark screen. Any muffled cries of "NOOOOO" in the background totally aren't her. Totally...And back to text. ]

it was soooo dumb to bring it to the training center, but i just wanted some awesome bad-ass music to train to. i didn't think it'd get broken! i don't know how i'm going to survive without listening to TCAD every day!! especially with all the crazy stuff going on!

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

hey, if there's a super-smart genius out there who can fix this for me, i'll totally be in your debt for, like, forever. i'll give you all my mission money and trade tasks with you. even the really lames ones. i just want my iPod fixed. ;______;

LOG SAMPLE:
Sweet relief came to Knives Chau (18 years old) in the form of an empty alley behind a dingy nightclub. Sure it was "freeze your ass off" cold, but at least out here she could now hear herself think. Earlier that night she and her roommate Jazz decided to check out this local band that had everyone on campus talking, maybe even meet a couple of hotties while jamming out to Vancouver's hottest new sound . It was supposed to be a fun night for the both of them.

It wasn't.

The night began on an okay start until some chick decided to spilled beer—the cheap, smelly kind that hipsters drink by the keg—all over her new shoes. Then Jazz suddenly ditched her for some guy who sooooo reeked of soup! He had a total horse-face too, which made Knives even madder because if her roomie was going to abandon her for a dude, he could at least be cute and not smell like he bathed in Top Ramen every day. He was gross. Seriously.

What was Jazz thinking?

And just to add to the suckiness of her night, the band turned out to be goddamn horrible. "Ugh, the rhythm," she muttered, leaning against the wall, "It was so...wrong."

Sitting down, she got a déjà vu-y kind of feeling and recalled the last time she sat outside of a busy nightclub in the bitter cold...alone. It was after that disaster of her first The Clash at Demonhead show, where she got the highlights punched out of her hair by the drummer of said band at the command of her formerly former idol (so basically still her idol) and singer of said band, Envy Adams, and the couple of weird weeks that soon followed afterwards.

Back then she wasn't completely happy, but she didn't mind all the confusion and heartbreak she felt at the time. She actually liked it. A lot. It taught her some things. She really liked being there in that place of weird feelings and revelations. Now Knives felt almost exactly same, minus the heartbreak and the like being here part. Which was arguably a really important part.

She sighed. Wasn’t college the time when you finally found yourself—the time where things just suddenly click into place and you're no longer lost in this overly complicated board game called life? Then why did it seem like she was losing focus on, well, everything?

Knives’ mind stopped its existentialist breakdown when her cell phone started to ring. “…Jazz? Oh hey! I’m just chilling somewhere…Yeah! I can totally meet you inside…Alright. See ya!” Sighing, she put her phone away and headed back into the club. Listening to the music again, she decided that the band wasn’t as bad as she thought. Still, they were no The Clash at Demonhead.