Nyteshaed s'est vite lassé de la musique de Y. Il était clair qu'elle ne s'intéressait pas à ses avances en ce moment, dans son propre monde. Elle laissa Y à ses pensées et se retira dans son lit, creusant la petite bouteille de Jack dans son sac. Elle a craqué le sceau dessus et a pris une perruque, toussant doucement alors que le liquide dur lui griffait la gorge. C'était quand même une nouvelle maison pour elle-même et putain, elle méritait une gâterie.
"Fuck papas." Elle a dit. "Ils ne valent pas le coup. Mais au moins tu berces les jolis cheveux de garçon."
Name- Nyteshaed (Actual name is Catherine Bloom, but she never tells anyone that)
Age- 16
Gender- Female ish. She doesn't really care.
Sexuality- About as gay as they come.
Appearance- She is a small, frail looking girl, and though she isn't very strong, she is agile. She's about 5'5" and isn't particularly curvy. She has softer rounded features that she tried to make appear more threatening with numerous piercings; her earlobes are stretched to a moderate size, her cartilage is pierced twice with rings and she has snakebites. Her hair is straight and black and goes just past her shoulder blades and has red tips. The only makeup she typically wears is heavy, winged eyeliner and black lipstick. She wears a lot of black and dark, muted colurs. Usually t-shirts with various bands on them, jeans, black leather jackets and heavy, military grade boots. She has a scar on her right bicep.
Personality- Brash, sarcastic and impersonal. She acts distant and aloof, but contrary to her assertions she doesn't "hate people", she just has a difficult time showing affection. She puts a lot of effort into maintaining an "emo" kind of persona, but is more just kind of an asshole. Despite being a self proclaimed "lone wolf" she often buts into other people's lives and generally stays with people.
Backstory- Her father was abusive and an alcoholic and her mother worked three jobs to keep the family afloat. After a particularly bad night with her father she was left with a broken wrist and severe bruising. After a hospital visit she was placed in protective custody with her senile great aunt who lived in the suburbs outside of Vegas. Waking up one day to find that her great aunt had died in her sleep, and having no other family she was sent to Dreamy Pines.
Interests- Music. Primarily punk, grunge and metal. She wants to learn to play guitar, but could never afford one. She likes physical activity, especially martial arts and gets antsy if she has to sit still for too long.
Dislikes- Faked happiness. Most folk and country music. Animatronic toys like Furbies. The suburbs. Shrinks.
Fears- Fog/mist. Anyone who has power over her.
Issues?- Has some serious trust issues. She won't form emotional bonds with anyone easily, and her trust in someone is easily broken. Often comes off really strong, being threatening or aggressively sexual in a subconscious attempt to assert dominance. Also smokes and drinks way more than is healthy for an adult, let alone a teenager. Almost never goes anywhere without her knife or some other weapon on her.