Eshal ‘Hijab’ Mousavi
(Ee-shaal He-jaab Moo-sa-vee)
24[sup]th[/sup]March || 20 (Chronological: 30) || Human || Female || Student || College Freshman || Virgo
Appearance
Basic:
(Ee-shaal He-jaab Moo-sa-vee)
24[sup]th[/sup]March || 20 (Chronological: 30) || Human || Female || Student || College Freshman || Virgo
Appearance
Basic:
- Figure: With a height of 5’2, Hijab has a slim and elegant figure, which probably is the only beauty in her. She is skinny, but pretty nobody knows it due to her baggy clothing which is always two-size too big for her. Her body appears to be thin and delicate, but she actually is a (physically) strong woman with resisting bones.
- Face and head: Long, oval-shaped head with bronze skin and small, barely visible freckles. High and flat forehead, followed by aquiline nose and sturdy jaw. She has inky black elbow-length straight hair, which are always –always – covered with Hijab, that is, a Muslim headscarf veil.
- Mouth, lips, teeth: She has thin lips with a small scar because of her lip-biting habit, which opens up to reveal uneven but well-brushed teeth.
- Eyes: Large and almond-shaped, with long lashes which happen to be thin. With an arched eye-brow, Hijab has charcoal black eyes which resembles a deep black abyss and make the whites stand out. She rarely ever uses much eye make-up, though sometimes a black liner doesn’t cost. Her eyes give you warm and friendly look, not a kind of aloof and coldness you expect to see in someone’s eyes which are as dark as hers.
Clothing/other:
- Outdoor clothing: While attending classes, going out to roam, or pretty much anything outside her comfort-zone, she puts on a loose manteau (a Persian knee-length overcoat) with fitted jeans and vintage-designed headscarf. Her clothing is never attractive, and she keeps everything simple.
- Casual wear. On weekends, she throws up whatever she can find in her closet on herself, which pretty much means any mismatched outfit with shirt too big and all wrong pants. She doesn’t follow any brand and isn’t hot on the latest trends. Nope, she wears what she feels like.
- Party-wear. When it comes to fancy dressing, Hijab goes back to being a desi. Being a strict patriot, she wears Pakistani lehengas, shalwaar kameez, sarees and her traditional clothing, not caring about what people might think of her. She puts on vibrant color lehengas, or vintage shalwaar kameez, or her desi dresses she loves so much.
- She only carries handbags or wallets only if it’s absolutely necessary, and if it essential to have something to put your stuff in while you roam around, she seizes a shoulder-bag so that her hands would be free. She wears canvas shoes, Converse All Stars, laced boots, combat boots, pretty much anything besides heels. Having a pair of earphones with her all the time is a must, and she has this unusual hobby of collecting different themed earphones, so it’s always up to her which color she feels like wearing.
Personality
Defensive. Hijab is very defensive about herself, her country, her religion, her fandoms, her tastes, pretty much ‘her’ everything. In fact, self-defence is what gave her, her nickname! ‘Hijab’ means the ‘veil of Muslims’, or basically covering her whole body except hands up to wrists and face from men whose not her blood-relatives, but mostly the term is used for ‘headscarf’ our girl wears and loves. And when young, she was criticized about it from other girls of the school. They said if she wanted to join the ‘cool peoples’ group’ she had to ‘look better’, a.k.a take off her hijab. She was told that she’s ugly in hijab and was insulted numerous times. She was so fed up with all this criticizing, she started calling herself ‘Hijab’, and stood up for herself. It’s since then that she started being defensive about anything of hers, including her headscarf.
Stubborn. It’s very, very, very hard to get her to change her mind about something. It gives her both positive persona and negative, since it can lead her to determination or sound really rude respectively.
Honest. She doesn’t seem the point in lying or faking anything. She is who she is, and that’s all she’s gonna be.
Chocoholic. Yep, she has chocolate lust. Even thinking of chocolate makes her mouth water madly, leave seeing or smelling it alone.
Patriot. Even though her country is full of flaws, she loves it. And loving her country isn’t all she does- she makes sure everyone knows about her love for her country by wearing tees that shout LONG LIVE PAKISTAN or dressing up in green and white, her country’s color.
Rebellious. Wait a sec, did you just tell her not to do something? Well then, congrats. Go back and check. She’s already done it.
Addictive. To chocolate, Instagram and music.
Forgetful. At least now you know why there are about a million reminders in her mobile.
Caring. She sincerely cares for those whom she likes. Getting to her good list would give you a lot of benefits, because when she cares, she cares deep.
Collector. An earphone collector.
Powers
Semi-Immortality. Hijab has stopped aging abruptly, and cannot die by most killing/dying methods. She can fall from a seven storey building, break her bones, feel the pain, and black-out. Then wake up to find herself healed, energized, and ready to go. Her immortality comes with healing ability. Whenever she dies, in any gruesome method, she wakes up healed, but that’s pretty much it – she does not have the ability to heal herself while wanting to. Her body heals itself physically only when she dies and is unconscious. By the most experienced power-explorers, this is a rare power. She won’t die unless head sliced out, limbs cut out, and then all the pieces burned together to ashes. Only then, she won’t come back to life again.
History
Childhood. Hijab’s childhood was spent in Islamabad, Pakistan. She lived with her parents, uncles and aunts and grandparents in a big house. She was as addictive to chocolate then as she is now, and had the same stubborn way of doing things. From the childhood, she was an outcast among other students in the school because of her funky and hipster tastes.
Pre-teen age. She adapted to almost everything her people would dislike. They called her ‘rebellious’, but she felt it was just ‘being different’. The day when she saw her power for the first time arrived in late September. She went to visit a village with her father, because exploring places was what she liked a lot back then. She had seen frail houses, fields and greenery, things as without technology as possible in the twenty-first century. She was checking out an old well when it happened. It was very deep and without water. She doesn’t exactly remembers how, but she fell in. She yelled as she fell, but her father was away for some business and she was alone. She hit her back, and her backbone snapped in two along with her limbs. She felt terrible pain, pain too much for her to handle. She felt her body get wet with her own blood, and within minutes, she was dead. When she woke up, the sun wasn’t shining. It was dark. And cold. For three hours, she sat there and called for help. At last, she was pulled out by some village people, and her father who thought who had lost her daughter. He couldn’t believe her when she said she fell in a well that deep and came back out alive and without any injuries but only dried blood on her dress, but a little village boy had been watching her, and he was a witness.
Teen age. Time was spent and she grew up. Everything was going normal, from high school to her culture’s drama and hopes of getting a scholarship from some other country. But she was bothered about her past, too. What had happened, she remembered it all; the fall, the pain, the dying… She didn’t knew how she survived. But then it happened again. Because of her recklessness, she died again, and got up all okay. This time, she was alone and no one saw her. But she knew, that somehow, she was different. At 17, she purposely killed herself. Her parents saw her dead body and wept. They wanted to take her to hospital, but it was too late – her heart wasn’t beating. Everyone was gathered, pale and red-eyed from crying, when she woke up. Everyone was scared. Her mother started reciting verses, and everyone was astonished to no end. They had checked her heartbeat, it wasn’t working, but now, it was if nothing happened. To her father, it was the second time. And he knew something was off about it all. He called Hijab after everyone calmed down and talked to her. She told him what she believed – that she isn’t dying, even though she tried killing herself. That’s when he suggested Starlight Academy was her best option to go, but she didn’t agreed. Years passed by and she turned twenty. More years passed, and she remained twenty. Not a day more than that. It was then she felt necessary to go the school her father suggested, because she had gone from a minor outcast to a major one. She didn’t fit anywhere in their region. So she accepted, and became a student at SA.
Defensive. Hijab is very defensive about herself, her country, her religion, her fandoms, her tastes, pretty much ‘her’ everything. In fact, self-defence is what gave her, her nickname! ‘Hijab’ means the ‘veil of Muslims’, or basically covering her whole body except hands up to wrists and face from men whose not her blood-relatives, but mostly the term is used for ‘headscarf’ our girl wears and loves. And when young, she was criticized about it from other girls of the school. They said if she wanted to join the ‘cool peoples’ group’ she had to ‘look better’, a.k.a take off her hijab. She was told that she’s ugly in hijab and was insulted numerous times. She was so fed up with all this criticizing, she started calling herself ‘Hijab’, and stood up for herself. It’s since then that she started being defensive about anything of hers, including her headscarf.
Stubborn. It’s very, very, very hard to get her to change her mind about something. It gives her both positive persona and negative, since it can lead her to determination or sound really rude respectively.
Honest. She doesn’t seem the point in lying or faking anything. She is who she is, and that’s all she’s gonna be.
Chocoholic. Yep, she has chocolate lust. Even thinking of chocolate makes her mouth water madly, leave seeing or smelling it alone.
Patriot. Even though her country is full of flaws, she loves it. And loving her country isn’t all she does- she makes sure everyone knows about her love for her country by wearing tees that shout LONG LIVE PAKISTAN or dressing up in green and white, her country’s color.
Rebellious. Wait a sec, did you just tell her not to do something? Well then, congrats. Go back and check. She’s already done it.
Addictive. To chocolate, Instagram and music.
Forgetful. At least now you know why there are about a million reminders in her mobile.
Caring. She sincerely cares for those whom she likes. Getting to her good list would give you a lot of benefits, because when she cares, she cares deep.
Collector. An earphone collector.
Powers
Semi-Immortality. Hijab has stopped aging abruptly, and cannot die by most killing/dying methods. She can fall from a seven storey building, break her bones, feel the pain, and black-out. Then wake up to find herself healed, energized, and ready to go. Her immortality comes with healing ability. Whenever she dies, in any gruesome method, she wakes up healed, but that’s pretty much it – she does not have the ability to heal herself while wanting to. Her body heals itself physically only when she dies and is unconscious. By the most experienced power-explorers, this is a rare power. She won’t die unless head sliced out, limbs cut out, and then all the pieces burned together to ashes. Only then, she won’t come back to life again.
History
Childhood. Hijab’s childhood was spent in Islamabad, Pakistan. She lived with her parents, uncles and aunts and grandparents in a big house. She was as addictive to chocolate then as she is now, and had the same stubborn way of doing things. From the childhood, she was an outcast among other students in the school because of her funky and hipster tastes.
Pre-teen age. She adapted to almost everything her people would dislike. They called her ‘rebellious’, but she felt it was just ‘being different’. The day when she saw her power for the first time arrived in late September. She went to visit a village with her father, because exploring places was what she liked a lot back then. She had seen frail houses, fields and greenery, things as without technology as possible in the twenty-first century. She was checking out an old well when it happened. It was very deep and without water. She doesn’t exactly remembers how, but she fell in. She yelled as she fell, but her father was away for some business and she was alone. She hit her back, and her backbone snapped in two along with her limbs. She felt terrible pain, pain too much for her to handle. She felt her body get wet with her own blood, and within minutes, she was dead. When she woke up, the sun wasn’t shining. It was dark. And cold. For three hours, she sat there and called for help. At last, she was pulled out by some village people, and her father who thought who had lost her daughter. He couldn’t believe her when she said she fell in a well that deep and came back out alive and without any injuries but only dried blood on her dress, but a little village boy had been watching her, and he was a witness.
Teen age. Time was spent and she grew up. Everything was going normal, from high school to her culture’s drama and hopes of getting a scholarship from some other country. But she was bothered about her past, too. What had happened, she remembered it all; the fall, the pain, the dying… She didn’t knew how she survived. But then it happened again. Because of her recklessness, she died again, and got up all okay. This time, she was alone and no one saw her. But she knew, that somehow, she was different. At 17, she purposely killed herself. Her parents saw her dead body and wept. They wanted to take her to hospital, but it was too late – her heart wasn’t beating. Everyone was gathered, pale and red-eyed from crying, when she woke up. Everyone was scared. Her mother started reciting verses, and everyone was astonished to no end. They had checked her heartbeat, it wasn’t working, but now, it was if nothing happened. To her father, it was the second time. And he knew something was off about it all. He called Hijab after everyone calmed down and talked to her. She told him what she believed – that she isn’t dying, even though she tried killing herself. That’s when he suggested Starlight Academy was her best option to go, but she didn’t agreed. Years passed by and she turned twenty. More years passed, and she remained twenty. Not a day more than that. It was then she felt necessary to go the school her father suggested, because she had gone from a minor outcast to a major one. She didn’t fit anywhere in their region. So she accepted, and became a student at SA.
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