Amaranta

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NAME: Furia (Soledad “Sol” Amaranta Guerrero)
AGE: 38
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female
PROFESSION: Studied accounting in community college, but only moderately puts it to good use as a gang leader (eventually became President and took over a galactic empire). [I could even see her in other universes, being a financier or a money launderer, but given her family history in criminal activity she likely would have wound up in a career that wasn’t quite on the up and up.]
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{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }
BODY TYPE: Slightly Athletic edging toward curvy.
HAIR: Black
EYES: Hazel
SKIN: Tanned
HEIGHT: 5’9″
WEIGHT: ~130 lbs.
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{ FAMILY }
SIBLINGS: Guillermo (Memo), Maximo, Enrique, Emilio, Socorro, & Gabriel Guerrero
PARENTS:  Angela and Martin Guerrero
GRANDPARENTS: N/A
OTHER RELATIVES: Uncle Antonio, Cousin Miguel
ANY PETS?: yes [] || no [x] 
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{ SKILLS }

Fluent in more than one language, studied dance since childhood, an incredible cook, impressive knife skills (including machetes).

{ TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——

Curious, Charismatic, Kind, Intense Maternal Instincts, Open Minded, Philosophical, Good Sense of Humor.

—— NEGATIVE ——

Self Loathing, Impulsive Actions, Overprotective, (Self) Destructive, sometimes Violent.

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{ LIKES }
COLORS:
 Bright colors, as well as black & white. And just about any shade of purple, of course.
SMELLS: Weed, Cologne, The Ocean
FOOD: Mamey Paleta, Arroz Con Leche (her grandmother’s recipe), and those grilled stuffed peppers she’s made for Eli, Meryl, and Colin.
FRUITS: Blackberries and Melons (especially Cantaloupe) 
DRINKS: Cuban Coffee, Sangre, & Aged Gold Tequila
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [x] || no []
FAVORITES: Dancing, cooking, music, driving (and stealing cars).

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{ OTHER DETAILS }
SMOKES? yes [] || no [x]
DRUGS?:
 None used regularly, mainly only tried experimentally when she was younger.

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los niños- a bunch of ghost children that inhabit the grounds

they have a tendency to flip flop between being friendly and playful to being dangerous nuisances, but most of this stems from their inability to control their feelings. Theres a lot of bottled up emotions, all amplified post-mortem, and children have an especially hard time coping and controlling themselves. Sometimes they just scare you, and sometimes they unintentionally hurt you. Amaranta has the patience to calm them down and keep them in check, easing them during their paranormal tantrums

they are good babies, just scared

Amaranta, en cambio, cuya dureza de corazón la espantaba, cuya concentrada amargura la amargaba, se le esclareció en el último examen como la mujer más tierna que había existido jamás, y comprendió con una lastimosa clarividencia que las injustas torturas a que había sometido a Pietro Crespi no eran dictadas por una voluntad de venganza, como todo el mundo creía, ni el lento martirio con que frustró la vida del coronel Gerineldo Márquez había sido determinado por la mala hiel de su amargura, como todo el mundo creía, sino que ambas acciones habían sido una lucha a muerte entre un amor sin medidas y una cobardía invencible, y había triunfado finalmente el miedo irracional que Amaranta le tuvo siempre a su propio y atormentado corazón.
—  Gabriel García Márquez, «Cien años de soledad»
A veces olvidar el cuerpo.
No ser. No estar.
Dejarse ir.
Con el cuerpo. Sobre el cuerpo. Bajo el cuerpo. Sin el cuerpo.
Ejercicio mental.
Espasmo. Marasmo.
Viento que aprisiona: Oquedad: palabra.
—  Fragmento de Palabra: Cuerpo, Amaranta Caballero

“(…) Amaranta, en cambio, cuya dureza de corazón la espantaba, cuya concentrada amargura la amargaba, se le esclareció en el último examen como la mujer más tierna que había existido jamás, y comprendió con una lastimosa clarividencia que las injustas torturas a que había cometido a Prieto Crespi no eran dictadas por una voluntad de venganza, como todo el mundo creía, ni el lento martirio con que frustró la vida del coronel Gerineldo Márquez había sido determinado por la mala hiel de su amargura, como todo el mundo creía, sino que ambas acciones habían sido una lucha muerte a muerte entre un amor sin medidas y una cobardía invencible, y había triunfado finalmente el miedo irracional que Amaranta le tuvo siempre a su propio y atormentado corazón (…)”

(Cien años de soledad. Gabriel García Márquez)

He had not stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in the dark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones, and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger of death, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dunghill of war, the more the war resembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for a way of killing her with his own death"
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Gabriel García Márquez

One Hundred Years of Solitude