Fey Anderson!?

[Fey Anderson]

Fey Anderson, REALLY!?



Hello! My name’s, well, I’m not gonna tell you. But you can call me bobbet, among many other various names and nicknames that you’ll formulate for me. I’ve been around this block eighteen times, tripping and skipping and causing a ruckus. Saw this town one time and finally decided to drop by. It’s kinda nice. I might just stick around a while.

What’s your name again!?

full name!? Fey Anderson
nickname!? None, other than derogatory names.
age!? sixteen
gender!? female
sexual orientation!? straight
grade!? sophmore

They say that you look like who!?

hair color!? Fey's curly locks are blonde; so blonde that it doesn't look natural, but it is. Her hair is kind of hard to miss, because there is so damn much of it!
eye color!? Fey's eyes are icey blue, which seem colder than they are due to her less-than-sunny disposition. If someone truely gets through to her, Fey's twinkle a soft blue, but for now they remain their cold colour.
physique!? Fey is petite in many ways. She slim, short - standing at about 5'6 - and is made to look even shorter by the immensity of her hair. It could be construed that Fey is a little underweight, which could be down to the fact that she doesn't eat properly - seeing as how her kitchen is just a kettle and microwave. If she filled out, Fey could have subtle curves but they are masked by her unflattering clothes and underweight frame.
fashion sense!? Because she's fending for herself, Fey wears clothes which are cheap, hard-wearing and comfortable. The clothes she often picks out are unfattering, though she does have a couple dresses hidden at the back of her wardrobe - never to wear, just to stare at. Her style reflects her need to lay low and makes it easy for her to blend in with the crowd.
play by!? Juno Temple (!!)

Why does that scare you!?

likes!? Fey is a solitary character and likes to be left alone. She finds comfort in reading and always has one on her. She quite likes her waitressing job, but would like it more if there weren't so many people around. Despite hiding her intelligence, Fey does enjoy her school work and relishes a scholary challenge, if and when they come about.
dislikes!? People are Fey's main dislike, her parents included in that general sweep. Another pet peeve is people poking into her business, even though she's made it clear that she wants nothing to do with them. She can fend for herself, she doesn't like, want or need anyone's help.
strengths!? Her independance is a strength, she couldn't have lasted so long if she didn't have this ability to look after herself. Another strength definitely lies in how smart she is and that she is also rather street savvy, for it took a while to get from her old home to where she is now.
weaknesses!? The constant fear of being found out is Fey's major weakness, but she really doesn't want to go home. Her anti-social tendancies could also be construed as a weakness, for if she even just had one friend then the world wouldn't look so bleak.
fears!? Her biggest fear is being found out and forced back home. Other fears include a phobia of spiders and sewing machines - an unfortunate incident in a textiles lesson has scarred her for life. Plus, those diagrams on the sheets of people having their hands sewn into the clothing always freaked her out.
secrets!? Fey's secrets are that: She's run away from home, living in the local motel and that she's a genius.

You did what!?

family!?

• Ma - Emma Anderson (39 - Busniess Woman)
  
• Pa - Trevor Anderson (41 - Bank Manager)
  
• Sister - Chloe Anderson (13 - Student)
  

history!? Sixteen years ago, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby girl was born to the happy couple Trevor and Emma Anderson. They named their first child Fey after Trevor's late mother and adored her to pieces. Three years later, another baby girl arrived, this time taking on the characteristics of her mother's side of the family - brown hair and eyes. While they were growing up, Fey and Chloe got on a treat, though the odd spat was to be expected. When Chloe started Elementary School, Fey was there to fend for her when bullies cornered the smaller girl; and Chloe would always share her sweets with her big sister.

But, as Fey grew older it became obvious at just how bright she was. She aced every test - from spelling to mathematics - and did all her classwork and homework during lesson time. Once her school and parents picked up on this, Fey was pushed and pushed to see the extent of her intelligence. But with each challenge, Fey showed the same level of hard-working and smarts; and explained that she just liked to do difficult work. Soon, though, she found most of her spare time was being spent doing this difficult work and her school were always asking her to participate in extra curricular activities - often just to show her off and show the world how brilliant she was.

Fey hated it. It was driving her away from her little sister and her parents never seemed to care anymore about her well being. It didn't help that they were moving up the ranks in their careers, making them tired and irritable when they got home. They didn't want to hear of anything bad, just any achievements their daughter had made. It vexed Fey, also, to see that they were blatantly ignoring and forgetting their other daughter - who was by no means average. It became apparent that Chloe had begun to hate Fey, which hurt her so bad. By the time she'd got to fifteen, Fey had had enough. She asked her teachers if she could take the year's finals in January, pretending that she just wanted to see if she could do them.

As soon as she found out she'd passed - with flying colours, no less - Fey packed her bags and left. The only thing she left behind was a letter to her sister, explaining that she'd never meant for things to get so bad and that she wished they could still have been friends. She also stated that the reason she left was so that their parents might look at her sister, rather than herself. Fey was sick of it and needed to get as far away as possible. Over the next few months, she travelled across the country, heading for the town's general direction. She'd read about the area in her old town's library and liked the look of it.

It took her two months to get there, and in those two months, Fey learned a little of what it was like to fend for herself. As soon as she got there, she booked herself into the motel and got herself a job at the café. As she's never late with her fees, the motel don't seem to mind that she's moved in; and the café owners are none-the-wiser about her living situation. For the latter half of the school year, Fey's attendance was somewhat poor, but with a few words to the Headmaster - and proof that she'd already taken her finals - Fey managed to convince him that she'd be a full time student in the fall - she just needed to find her feet that's all.

Now she's been living in the town for a while, Fey has found her feet and has perfected the balance between school work and her work at the café. Keeping a low profile - as to not get found - Fey has dumbed down a little, maintaining an A- average (no matter how much it pained her to do so) and has kept her socialising to a minimum. She's almost happy now. She doesn't want to go back to the way things were. Not one bit.

So how good are you!?

sample!?

The heat was getting to Tony too as he drove from his house to Charli's in his beat up, old car. He'd wound down all the windows to try and get some air cirulating through the car. His car was that old and broken that the air conditioning didn't work. The CD player only just worked, but the radio was just as knackered. He wanted a new car but he couldn't exactly afford it, he could only just afford this one. He sighed as he indicated down the first road leading to Charli's building. On his first trip to Charli's flat, Tony had got lost down the little roads leading to dead-ends or round in circles. It was only because he'd been down this way so many times now that he knew which way to go.

Taking a hand off the wheel, Tony wiped his forehead trying in vain to remove some of the sweat there. Once his hand was safely back on the wheel, his mind fell back onto the train of thought that had plagued his brain for the last couple days. Why the Hell was Charli avoiding him? He'd sent a few texts, more emails and tried to catch her at Windsor. It struck him as odd that she was avoiding him, yet he was coming round to her house. It just confused him no end. "But that's Charli for you." He muttered to himself as he turned down another road. Charli just boggled his mind. He couldn't even think why she was avoiding him. Last time he'd seen her they'd been flirting like there was no tomorrow. She had left very suddenly, but she probably had her reasons. He wasn't one to question, too much.

Indicating one last time, he passed a Chinese Takeaway Delivery boy on his bike. That meant the food had beat him there. Not by too much, at least most the food would still be there. He'd been horrifically late once and there was no food left that time. No food and an angry Charli. "Better not do a repeat." He muttered under his breath as he pulled up in front of Charli's building. He pulled his shoulder manbag with his marking in it from the passenger seat before getting out of his car and locking it. Not that it was worth breaking into or stealing. All that was in there was two years worth of empty crisp packets and empty coke bottles. Plus the odd mug he'd lost in the mess from where he'd have coffee whilst driving.

He made his way up to Charli's flat and found the door was open, with the teasing smell of Chinese food drifting through. As he entered he yelled, "You know, you shouldn't leave this door open. Any old weirdo could walk in." Knowing her appartment well enough, he made his way into the kitchen after putting his bag by the coffee table. "There a beer for me?" He asked as he grabbed his container and a fork. Sometimes Tony forgot to say hello, so he tagged one on now. "Hey, by the way." He looked at her from where he stood by the counter as he opened up the thing keeping him from his food. "Long time no see. You've been playing hooky." He grinned at her, keeping it playful but he really was intrigued.

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