So, here's Pastri Thomassen again. A bit older this time.
She grows up in a family as broken as mine and so ends up like this. ;w; She's always beating people up, breaking things, making noise, etc. She's always in trouble. She can play almost every musical instrument, and has a stack of them in her derelict room. An acoustic and electric guitar, her old clarinet, bass clarinet, bassoon, violin, viola, drum kit, flute, saxophone, euphonium, trumpet, trombone, ocarina, double bass and cello. Most of these she "borrowed" from her old school and never returned. They all lie in a huge mountain of cases in her room and the drum kit sits untouched in the corner. She's mastered kickboxing, boxing, wrestling and in the process of mastering karate. She still doesn't talk to anyone she doesn't trust, and her brother Dylan and her always get into fist fights.
If you look closer, you can see she's wearing fingerless gloves and her glasses are broken. I make her wear the gloves because she used to punch so many walls and shit that she sanded down her skin and revealed her actual knuckle bones, and so her knuckles are bandaged and covered with the gloves to reduce injury to herself. Her glasses are broken because she gets in so many fights and I refuse to pay for pair after pair.
Also, you might've seen that in both pictures of her, there are flecks of black in her hair. That's because my natural hair is dirty-blonde with albino/white streaks; a genetic mutation where the front right-hand half of my face/hair is missing pigments. You might've seen it before. People have a random white streak in their eyebrow, etc. For Pastri it's black.
UGH I'M MAKING HER SO COMPLEX AND MARY-SUEISH FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Now I'm gonna go write a profile on her <33333