ADAMS, victoria

[serendipitus]

IMAGE;;

NAME;;

Victoria May Adams, but she'll be Vicki.

AGE;;

six-teen

GRADE;;

junior

APPEARANCE;;

Thin, and lean, although somewhat short for her age, she's pretty frail. Some might chalk this up to anorexia, or 'the wrong crowd' but she's just naturally small, you might say. She's got long ringlets of mahogany hair, and a thinish face that brings out her cheekbones and her bright, blue eyes. She's always active. She's pretty pale, and she's tried getting a tan, but with her fair complexion she only gets burned.

PERSONALITY;;

In one word, outgoing. She's usually cheerful, and happy, and is fun to be around, and immediately brings up everyone's mood when she walks into a room. But, some people might not know it, she's not the happiest person in the world. She can get into moods, and be utterly depressed. Usually, no one catches her in these moods, but if you do, it's an instant downer. And almost always, there's nothing you can do to fix it.

HISTORY;;

As long as she can remember, she's been on the streets. There hasn't been a time when she's been working in a diner, when she's been sitting on benches instead of a bed. It seems her memory refuses to go any further. All she knows is her mother is unreliable, and her father is nonexistent. But the only outstanding thing in her otherwise unremarkable history is her freshman year. She got a hold of a blade. She had to go to the hospital for the long, angry, jagged scratches that ran up and down her arms; she had meant business. She doesn't even remember how they found out. She still has the beautiful knife, but she vows never to use it again. It sits on a plexi-glass bureau in a run-down apartment, and it's reflection is refracted off a shattered mirror, breaking the deathly instrument into a thousand pieces, each more fatal than the last. This image itself is enough to make her brown break in sweat as she walks by it.

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