Post by Stormy Wynn on Feb 18, 2013 17:47:21 GMT -5
Full Name: Stormy Rowan Wynn.
Age: Sixteen. August 12, 1995.
Gender: Female
Grade: Sophmore
Appearance: Stormy has strawberry blonde hair, that is naturally wavy, she doesn’t do much to it usually, except run a brush through it, or put a hat on top of it on a bad day, and brown eyes. She is not pale, but not super tan either, she is about five foot two, which is not super tall, but she doesn’t consider herself to be that short. She is really skinny to tell the truth, and doesn’t have much meat on her bones. Her sense of style isn’t exactly the best. Most of it consists of sweats and random t shirts. She doesn’t dress to impress anyone really, so she doesn’t care what she looks like most of the time.
Personality: Stormy is a laid back person for the most part, she doesn’t care who you are, what you are what you look like, or who you like, if you’re a cool person then that’s fine with her, she just likes to make friends, not enemies, it’s hard to get on her bad side since she tends to hold all her anger in and not say anything about it. Stormy just likes to have fun, and as long as she can have fun with you then she doesn’t care what you say or do when you’re not around her. If you want to murder people, as long as you don’t throw it in her face then she won’t care.
She doesn’t have the best grades. In fact she’s the girl that sits in the back of the class, and makes dumb comments because she doesn’t like the teacher. Or writes down smart ass answers just because, she sometimes comes across as a smart ass, because of her attitude, and sense of humor, which consists of a lot of sarcasm, but not enough to make her come across as a bitch. She tends to do things that get her trouble just because they seem like fun, and has no problem doing something that’s against the rules.
She isn’t exactly the best person to hang out with if you don’t want to get in trouble. Stormy can’t stand sitting still; it just feels weird to her. She hates doing nothing more than anything. She hates boredom, and will always try to find something to do. Even if it’s stupid, and or dangerous. She is a dancer and has been doing it for most of her life, it’s something she’s passionate about, and if you try to tell her that she can’t make a living doing it, you will get hurt. There isn’t really anything else you could say to her to make her mad, except that.
Stormy doesn’t believe in love, because of everything that happened in the past, she thinks it’s a bunch of bull shit, and boys are just a waste of time. Under the tough tomboy exterior is a girl who doesn’t love herself enough for someone else to love her who uses the excuse of not believing in love to hide it. She will tell you that she doesn’t need someone to make her feel happy, she can be happy all on her own, but deep down she just needs someone to show her that it’s possible to love someone again.
Background: For the first portion of her life she was a pretty normal girl. She had three older brothers, and a sister who moved out by the time Stormy was born. Her mother was a dance instructor, and her father was a teacher. They didn’t have much money, but they didn’t care about that. She got some hand me downs growing up, and was labeled a tomboy, and made fun of for dressing the way she did. Until she was ten and her mother got a job at a college that gave her a significant increase in pay, all of her brothers had moved out at that point, and it was just her and her parents.
So the family packed up and moved to a new town, and started over. Stormy made new friends, and met the boy next door. His name was Adam and he was two years older than Stormy, he became her best friend for the next four years of her life. He became the friend that was practically part of the family, and his parents became friends with hers. At first it was nothing but a cute childhood romance, and eventually it blossomed into a real relationship. A serious relationship.
When she was twelve he was fourteen, and the age difference didn’t make a difference to her, she loved this boy like crazy. Adam seemed sweet on the outside, but really he was scary, he was controlling, he didn’t want anyone else to talk to her, he would yell at her if any other boy so much as said hi to her. Stormy was afraid to leave him because she thought he would hurt her, and although he’d only done that once. She didn’t want it to happen again.
He threatened to kill himself if she left, and the confused fourteen year old girl left him. That night his parents called and told her mom that they found Adam had taken a bunch of pills from the medicine cabinet, and had to get his stomach pumped. For a week they waited to see if he was going to come out of his coma, and when he did, when he started to be ok again, his family sent him to a rehabilitation center, and never talked to Stormy again. She still blames herself for what happened to him.
He never hurt her that bad, maybe he slapped her around a little, but he didn’t deserve to die, and Story felt like it was her fault that he was in that place. She eventually admitted to her parents what happened between them, and then she herself became depressed. She spent most of her freshmen year of high school in a depression, just going through the motions of her life, and sleeping. Until one day her mother forced her to get out of bed, and come down the studio.
Stormy had almost forgotten how much she loved dancing, and soon she was becoming herself again. Her mother figured she just needed to get out of town to get back on track and sent her to Somerset. She calls her daughter every two days to make sure she’s ok. Stormy had been doing good, here even though she has bad days where she doesn’t feel like doing anything, but most of the time she doesn’t think about him, she also sees a therapist every so often, but these days she’s just trying to focus on her dancing, and her school work.
Age: Sixteen. August 12, 1995.
Gender: Female
Grade: Sophmore
Appearance: Stormy has strawberry blonde hair, that is naturally wavy, she doesn’t do much to it usually, except run a brush through it, or put a hat on top of it on a bad day, and brown eyes. She is not pale, but not super tan either, she is about five foot two, which is not super tall, but she doesn’t consider herself to be that short. She is really skinny to tell the truth, and doesn’t have much meat on her bones. Her sense of style isn’t exactly the best. Most of it consists of sweats and random t shirts. She doesn’t dress to impress anyone really, so she doesn’t care what she looks like most of the time.
Personality: Stormy is a laid back person for the most part, she doesn’t care who you are, what you are what you look like, or who you like, if you’re a cool person then that’s fine with her, she just likes to make friends, not enemies, it’s hard to get on her bad side since she tends to hold all her anger in and not say anything about it. Stormy just likes to have fun, and as long as she can have fun with you then she doesn’t care what you say or do when you’re not around her. If you want to murder people, as long as you don’t throw it in her face then she won’t care.
She doesn’t have the best grades. In fact she’s the girl that sits in the back of the class, and makes dumb comments because she doesn’t like the teacher. Or writes down smart ass answers just because, she sometimes comes across as a smart ass, because of her attitude, and sense of humor, which consists of a lot of sarcasm, but not enough to make her come across as a bitch. She tends to do things that get her trouble just because they seem like fun, and has no problem doing something that’s against the rules.
She isn’t exactly the best person to hang out with if you don’t want to get in trouble. Stormy can’t stand sitting still; it just feels weird to her. She hates doing nothing more than anything. She hates boredom, and will always try to find something to do. Even if it’s stupid, and or dangerous. She is a dancer and has been doing it for most of her life, it’s something she’s passionate about, and if you try to tell her that she can’t make a living doing it, you will get hurt. There isn’t really anything else you could say to her to make her mad, except that.
Stormy doesn’t believe in love, because of everything that happened in the past, she thinks it’s a bunch of bull shit, and boys are just a waste of time. Under the tough tomboy exterior is a girl who doesn’t love herself enough for someone else to love her who uses the excuse of not believing in love to hide it. She will tell you that she doesn’t need someone to make her feel happy, she can be happy all on her own, but deep down she just needs someone to show her that it’s possible to love someone again.
Background: For the first portion of her life she was a pretty normal girl. She had three older brothers, and a sister who moved out by the time Stormy was born. Her mother was a dance instructor, and her father was a teacher. They didn’t have much money, but they didn’t care about that. She got some hand me downs growing up, and was labeled a tomboy, and made fun of for dressing the way she did. Until she was ten and her mother got a job at a college that gave her a significant increase in pay, all of her brothers had moved out at that point, and it was just her and her parents.
So the family packed up and moved to a new town, and started over. Stormy made new friends, and met the boy next door. His name was Adam and he was two years older than Stormy, he became her best friend for the next four years of her life. He became the friend that was practically part of the family, and his parents became friends with hers. At first it was nothing but a cute childhood romance, and eventually it blossomed into a real relationship. A serious relationship.
When she was twelve he was fourteen, and the age difference didn’t make a difference to her, she loved this boy like crazy. Adam seemed sweet on the outside, but really he was scary, he was controlling, he didn’t want anyone else to talk to her, he would yell at her if any other boy so much as said hi to her. Stormy was afraid to leave him because she thought he would hurt her, and although he’d only done that once. She didn’t want it to happen again.
He threatened to kill himself if she left, and the confused fourteen year old girl left him. That night his parents called and told her mom that they found Adam had taken a bunch of pills from the medicine cabinet, and had to get his stomach pumped. For a week they waited to see if he was going to come out of his coma, and when he did, when he started to be ok again, his family sent him to a rehabilitation center, and never talked to Stormy again. She still blames herself for what happened to him.
He never hurt her that bad, maybe he slapped her around a little, but he didn’t deserve to die, and Story felt like it was her fault that he was in that place. She eventually admitted to her parents what happened between them, and then she herself became depressed. She spent most of her freshmen year of high school in a depression, just going through the motions of her life, and sleeping. Until one day her mother forced her to get out of bed, and come down the studio.
Stormy had almost forgotten how much she loved dancing, and soon she was becoming herself again. Her mother figured she just needed to get out of town to get back on track and sent her to Somerset. She calls her daughter every two days to make sure she’s ok. Stormy had been doing good, here even though she has bad days where she doesn’t feel like doing anything, but most of the time she doesn’t think about him, she also sees a therapist every so often, but these days she’s just trying to focus on her dancing, and her school work.
