Faith --Alone on the Outskirts-- Sandborn

[Jake//Hayden]

Name: Faith Mare Sandborn
Age/Grade: 17/Junior
Character PB: Emilie Autumn
Neighborhood/Dorm: Dorm
Extra Curricular Activities:

+Violin
+French
+Singing

Personality:

Whorre
Our Faithy is a bit of a whore. She not easy, necessarily, but she will sleep with people at parties, if she gets drunk enough. She's known for it, and she doesn't really care that it's part of her reputation.
Outgoing
If she's bored, she will talk to you. She'll do anything, really. Walk up to a random boy, or girl, kiss her. Talk to you even if you seem completely unaproachable. She's likes knowing a little bit about everyone.
Tough
She's a tough girl, physically and emotionally. It takes a lot to really 'know' her. She might tell you things, but that doesn't mean they are necessarily true. Everything is survival of the fittest for her. Faith is about to go and tell everyone her deepest darkest secrets, just so they'll have something to blackmail her with.
Blunt
Most people mistake Faith's bluntness as being bitchy: which is half-true. A lot of the time, she only mentions things to get specific people mad. However, she will tell you whether or not you are having a bad hair day or you smell bad.

Flaws:
-Attitude
-Sluuttiness

Habits:
-Telling it like it is
-Scratching her chin when thinking very hard

Fears:
-Being lonely for her whole life
-not being successful

History:
Born on December 23, 1990, in a small town in New Jersey. Her mother, Karoline Sandborn, gave birth to two beautiful babies: Faith and Michael Sandborn. The family lived in a tiny house, with two bedrooms, one bath. Faith and Michael were extremely close, as most twins are. Faith was the more outspoken of the two, whereas Michael often tended to be quiet and introverted. They came to each other about anything and everything, talking about their families money situation, crushes, anything.

When the family moved, away from their friends, and everything, they became even closer. They couldn't seem to believe that their parents would uproot them like that. Then, everything started over again. New school, new life. By the age of sixteen, both twins thought everything was going perfectly fine. That was, until their parents decided that they were going to move again.

In a bit of a rage, the twins left home, to go out to their secret spot, by the quarries, to talk and rant together. They had taken a six pack with them, as well. They talked, got drunk, and finally, when they had enough, and were all angered out, they got up to leave. Faith drove, with Michael practically delirious in the back seat. They pulled over on the side of the road at one point, and Michael opened up the car door to throw up, and ended up falling out, in the middle of the road.

Both twins started laughing, and Faith started stumbling around the car to help her brother out of the road, and back into the passengers seat. Neither noticed, in their drunken stupor, the huge truck that was careening down the highway, the driver half-asleep in the driver's seat. The car hit Michael at 80 miles per hour, and killed him instantly, snapping his neck, and destroying several of his organs. Faith stood, dumbfounded, by the back of her car, already feeling that 'half-yourself' feeling. She fell down the back of the car, sinking into the dirt, her hands over her mouth, the extremity of what just happened finally sinking in. Her twin brother had just been killed, hit by a car.

Faith and her parents had never really gotten along after that. They blamed her for her brother's death, and she blamed herself, too. They moved, away from that cemetery with her brother's broken body buried deep beneath the ground, and Faith left a part of herself there. She went to Shallow High, and has been there for about a half-year. She's made her reputation: the tough bitch that's a bit of a whore... and she's planning on sticking to it.
Current Stats:
+Single
+Birthday: Decemeber 23
+Germophobic

Likes:
-cheese
-soda
-boys
-real friends
-drama

Dislikes:
-liers
-cheaters
-backstabbers
-constantly happy people

Sample RP:

((Off another site, by the way. =D))
It had been a quiet day, alone in her room. She had done nothing except stare blankly at the ceiling and play mournful tunes on her guitar. Her precognition was twice as bad today, making her feel almost sick, and she knew something really, really horrible was going to happen either to her, or to someone she was friends with and cared about. She had a guess that it was going to have something to do with tests. They white coats had been taking people in her hall week, and they had been going in random order. She could only assume, that with only 3 or 4 people left, she was going to be next. The whole day, she had been having minor panic attacks when she'd hear someone walk past her door, her fear of the testing rooms and the white coats were so strong. She was so afraid, that on top of her precognition, she was feeling ill.

Rebekah Leary expected the knock on her door, a little bit after five o'clock. She set down her guitar, which had been laying unplayed, in her lap, hiding it under her bad, beneath a pile of clothes. They hadn't said no to guitars, but if they took it away, she might very well have seperation anxiety disorder. Music was the only thing she had left in this place, besides her friends. She stood, slowly, just staring at the door, thinking that maybe if she didn't open it, they might go away. Bekah sat back down on the edge of her bed, hearing some faint conversing outside her door, and another knock, which she pretty much refused to answer. Why hurry to her demise?
Outside, a male voice called, "Ms. Leary, if you do not open this door, we will kick it down. We will come for you." His tone was deep, and rumbling, and it frightened her down to her core, but she still didn't move. There was a loud bang, a boot hitting the door, but it didn't open. Rebekah swallowed, teeth clenching and unclenching. Another hit, and she heard the wood creak, and then the fatal blow came to the door, and it swung right open, banging against the wall. The two white coats walked towards her, faces impassive, each gripping her roughly by the arms.

It was now that she snapped, kicking, clawing the best she could, snarls leaving her mouth, adrenaline and anger pulsing through her veins. The white coats lifted her like she was made of paper, not fazed by each kick landed or skin torn by her nails. She saw two more white coats standing in front of her friend Tomi's door, and she let out a scream. However, she wasn't buff enough to keep fighting, and soon her struggles became weaker as they carried her, feet dragging, down the halls. Her eyes and throat burned, but she swore to herself she wouldn't cry. Bekah wouldn't give them the sick pleasure of seeing her down and out. Even weakened, she kept kicking every so often, but stopped cold when they turned past the door that led to the blood drawing room, and straight to the testing rooms. She swallowed, hard, as they opened the door, and an sickly sweet smell flooded her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose as they led her to a room with two tables. They threw her down on one, taking the thick leather straps and wrapping them around her trembling body. They left, and she layed her head down, trying to keep her mind blank from thoughts of what was to come. Suddenly, however, the door opened again, and she looked up to see two more white coats carrying someone else.

[Mitchel||Trinity]

Woah.
Emilie is one of my fave peoples.
That's pretty rad.
8)
SoooOOOooo...

Accepted.