Post by Blondie on Feb 27, 2011 18:29:03 GMT -5
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Name: Tabitha ‘Tabby’ Scatter
Age: 16
Grade Level: Sophomore
Physical Appearance: Stands at 5”4, ‘English Rose’ complexion, thin. Waist-length dirty blonde hair with no apparent style, usually looks extremely dishevelled, large dark brown eyes.
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Insomnia and bipolar; suffers from hypomania and major depression. Tabby is also a mute and refuses to speak, despite often being beaten for this by her lovely teachers.
Tell Us About Your Past: Tabby did not come from a privileged background, but she had her mummy and her grandpappy and, it seemed, that was all she needed. Tabby attended the local school and excelled in most subjects. She particularly enjoyed English and Music. However, at the age of fifteen Tabby’s small house was broke into. On seeing that there were no valuables and a distinct lack of goods to take, the two men decided they would take her mother instead. When her grandfather decided to interject, they shot him twice in the stomach. He died almost instantly, but Tabby was quite convinced he suffered horribly. The incident happened all of nine months ago, and Tabby has not spoken a word since.
Upon arriving at The Hubbard Centre of the Unfit, Tabby distinctly noticed the lack of stray animals. She found this to be a rather peculiar sight, as her neighbourhood was littered with the filthy cats and mongrels; kicked out of homes that could not afford to feed them. However, the young girl didn’t have long to ponder her surroundings, and merely took in sight of the large buildings and high fences, as she was soon thrust through the door by one Miss. Holleram. Said person was Tabby’s social worker, a young woman, not extremely skilled at her job, though Tabby had never complained. She had been passed around from place to place, and thrown right back out again like the dirty stray she was. Miss. Holleram did not approve.
“There now, you take care, yes? This place will have you right-as-rain in no time!” The woman exhaled in that over-excited way most adults did when talking to young children. Tabby had a mind to remind her that she was now a young woman, though did not see how it would benefit her being. “Goodbye, Tabs,” if anyone called her that again she would string them “you’re safe here… Goodbye now!”
Those were the last words she heard from a creature of the outside world upon arriving at the Centre. Her packed case was soon taken from her care and replaced by the standard uniform. Not a moment was spared on introductions as a menacing lady led her straight to her dorm with strict orders to change; Tabby did not dare wait around long enough to be subjected to the consequences.
Name: Tabitha ‘Tabby’ Scatter
Age: 16
Grade Level: Sophomore
Physical Appearance: Stands at 5”4, ‘English Rose’ complexion, thin. Waist-length dirty blonde hair with no apparent style, usually looks extremely dishevelled, large dark brown eyes.
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Insomnia and bipolar; suffers from hypomania and major depression. Tabby is also a mute and refuses to speak, despite often being beaten for this by her lovely teachers.
Tell Us About Your Past: Tabby did not come from a privileged background, but she had her mummy and her grandpappy and, it seemed, that was all she needed. Tabby attended the local school and excelled in most subjects. She particularly enjoyed English and Music. However, at the age of fifteen Tabby’s small house was broke into. On seeing that there were no valuables and a distinct lack of goods to take, the two men decided they would take her mother instead. When her grandfather decided to interject, they shot him twice in the stomach. He died almost instantly, but Tabby was quite convinced he suffered horribly. The incident happened all of nine months ago, and Tabby has not spoken a word since.
Upon arriving at The Hubbard Centre of the Unfit, Tabby distinctly noticed the lack of stray animals. She found this to be a rather peculiar sight, as her neighbourhood was littered with the filthy cats and mongrels; kicked out of homes that could not afford to feed them. However, the young girl didn’t have long to ponder her surroundings, and merely took in sight of the large buildings and high fences, as she was soon thrust through the door by one Miss. Holleram. Said person was Tabby’s social worker, a young woman, not extremely skilled at her job, though Tabby had never complained. She had been passed around from place to place, and thrown right back out again like the dirty stray she was. Miss. Holleram did not approve.
“There now, you take care, yes? This place will have you right-as-rain in no time!” The woman exhaled in that over-excited way most adults did when talking to young children. Tabby had a mind to remind her that she was now a young woman, though did not see how it would benefit her being. “Goodbye, Tabs,” if anyone called her that again she would string them “you’re safe here… Goodbye now!”
Those were the last words she heard from a creature of the outside world upon arriving at the Centre. Her packed case was soon taken from her care and replaced by the standard uniform. Not a moment was spared on introductions as a menacing lady led her straight to her dorm with strict orders to change; Tabby did not dare wait around long enough to be subjected to the consequences.