//Hi, new here and all, so, I hope no one minds if I just throw this out there, see how you take it. Erm, and, hope no one minds if I copy their format.
Name: Sandra "Sandy" Jean Channing
Age: 19
Place of birth: New York, New York, USA
Hair: See above, shoulder length reddish brown, usually tangled and unkempt.
Eye color: Hazel.
Skin: Pale, but not horribly so.
Pubic Hair: None.
Distinguishing Features: Permanent dark circles under her eyes.
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 118
Bust: 32B
Waist: 22
Hips: 35
Background :
Sandra lived a rather average life, with her upper middle class parents in the Big Apple. She went to school, made friends, was bullied for being small, but got over it. A bit bookish, with decent but not spectacular grades in middle and high school. She was thinking of going to school for a degree in American History, planning on becoming a teacher.
And then, during her senior year, the accident. Sandra was in a car with three friends, heading to a pre-ring dance party, when a drunk driver ran a stop sign, plowing into them. All four girls survived, with various injuries ranging from broken bones to cuts to concussions. In Sandra's case, the worst injury was a severely fractured skull.
She spent the better part of a month in a coma, before finally awakening from a nightmare she can't really remember. The doctors were pleased, having prognosed she would recover. However, she had not emerged completely unscathed.
The severe injury to her head and brain tissue disrupted her body's circadian rhythm. Her internal clock that told her body when to and not to sleep had been broken, setting and resetting at random intervals, preventing her from ever getting a full nights sleep, sometimes preventing her from sleeping for days at a time, others causing fits of narcolepsy. (A condition known as hypernychthemeral syndrome.)
Her condition was rare, and despite the best efforts of doctors, incurable. Sandy took to forcing herself to stay awake, to maintain a semblance of a normal life, immersing herself in books, music, movies, anything to distract her, keep her conscious. She quickly became addicted to caffeine in any form, particularly coffee.
Left to her own devices by her parents, she took to fiddling around with bits of machinery, building simple gadgets and gizmos of limited utility, save to amuse herself, and facilitate her war against sleep.(See automatic coffee dispenser in above pic)
During a trip to the sleep clinic to run another of the endless series of tests, it was suggested to her family that there may be a solution at a remote all girls school, with an excellent medical program. Not knowing the actual nature of the school, and desperate to try anything for a cure, Sandy jumped at the offer, and so she finds herself at Shokushu.
Personality: Fluctuates between bouts of extreme exhaustion and manic energy, usually just after a massive caffeine fix. Nearly always seems a bit out of it, due to the lingering effects of near constant sleep deprivation. Friendly, if terribly absent minded, she is constantly ashamed to find she's forgotten someone's name, or doesn't recognize their voice or face for a long moment.
Occasionally sinks into deep depressions, despairing of ever finding a way to fix her broken body. In these states, she almost completely shuts down, staring off into her own private world, not entirely a pleasant one.
Due to the lack of sleep, she occasionally hallucinates, but has come to accept this as just another part of her burden. She tends to ignore things that have no logical place in things, giving her a major blind spot.
Physique: Small and weak. She would probably be obese, if she had an appetite. Constant tiredness makes it difficult for her to exert a lot of physical effort, tho her neck and back muscles are rather well defined, from the strain she puts on them to force her body to stay upright.
Virgin: Yes. She had thought about trying out sexual things, but her accident and subsequent condition made any sort of normal relationship impossible.
Piercings or tattoos?: One hole in each earlobe, nothing else. No tattoos.
Anything you value?: Her supply of coffee and other caffeinated things. She would probably go insane without them.
Also loves books of any kind, no matter the subject.
Languages: English.
Likes: Coffee, reading, movies, loud energetic music, star gazing.
Misc.: Is rather fond of tinkering with things. Usually ends up with Rube Goldberg-esque contraptions, a lot of bells and whistles for very little actual effect. Loathes the feeling of body hair, keeping her legs, arms and pubic region smooth and clean obsessively.
Magic?: "Wait....magic is real?!"
Weaknesses: Is uncomfortable with bright lights. Is almost paralytically terrified of complete darkness. Sleeps with a light on at all times, when she can control when and where she sleeps. Also afraid of canines of any sort, dogs, wolves, etc. Much prefers cats.
Theme: The Dream
Star Gazing
