Selassie Hansen
Lieu: Callaway Hall 4A
Interagir avec: Carmina Baltazar, Pippa Montgomery, Elena Constantin et Lindsay Johnson 
   

Selassie a déjà rétréci les yeux et s'est effondrée alors qu'elle traînait sa valise derrière elle, passant par les portes jusqu'à sa chambre. Elle n'aurait probablement pas dû négliger son horaire de sommeil pour finir sa pièce sur The Roman Widow. Peu importe à quel point elle l'imaginait devenir belle. À son arrivée, l'éventail exigu de lits et de personnes errant autour de lui s'élargissait les yeux. C'était comme une injection de caféine sans qu'une bonne tasse de Starbucks soit placée contre ses lèvres. "Hé..." Elle salua doucement, sa voix s'évanouissant d'un souffle alors qu'elle roulait furtivement ses yeux autour de tout le monde dans la pièce.
Les traits se sont démarqués à elle presque immédiatement. Une femme hispanique à l'aspect vif et une blonde poilue ont été tout ce qu'elle a attrapé avant de jeter un coup d'œil, ses doigts démangeant déjà pour transférer les teintes sur une toile blanche fraîche. Non, Salie. Arrêtez d'être si bizarre, elle s'est réprimandée mentalement, au lieu de choisir de serrer ses lèvres pleines ensemble et de continuer sur les lits. Il y en avait un juste au centre, une couchette supérieure qui semblait la plus nue et la plus inoccupée. Parfait. Ses longues jambes ont augmenté leur vitesse et elle s'est arrêtée juste avant la couchette, déposant ses bagages près de l'échelle avant d'extraire ses crayons de dessin et un tampon. Elle a fait de son mieux pour régler ce qui se passait autour d'elle, avec l'utilisation de ses cheveux bouclés qu'elle avait l'habitude d'abriter les yeux et les oreilles. Après tout, sa tante l'avait avertie que le premier jour serait gênant, mais elle avait clairement été mal informée sur combien.
En montant l'échelle, elle a laissé un souffle frémissant, mordant sa lèvre alors qu'elle regardait à quel point c'était haut. Sa bathmophobie ne lui ferait pas bien dans cette situation et elle pouvait déjà sentir des scénarios potentiels jouer dans son esprit.
Elle roule au milieu de son sommeil et s'écrase sur le sol.
Essayant de descendre et de trébucher d'une manière ou d'une autre, de sombrer dans sa mort prématurée.
Elle secoua la tête, ses boucles sautaient comme s'ils avaient une vie à eux, alors qu'elle essayait de dissiper ses pensées qui faisaient plus de mal que de bien en ce moment même. Sachant qu'elle avait été arrêtée pendant quelques battements trop longtemps, elle saisit les échelons de l'échelle, fermant les yeux et se brouillant rapidement vers le haut, ne les rouvrant qu'une fois qu'elle était sur son dos, reposant sur une couette fraîche. Je l'ai fait vivre! Elle s'est cognée dans la tête, examinant son corps pour toutes les blessures qui auraient pu se produire au cours de sa montée précipitée. Non, rien. Elle a finalement laissé sa bouche s'enfoncer dans un sourire, embrayant son croquis et son crayon près de son corps alors qu'elle prenait un moment pour absorber le silence.
Elle l'avait fait. Non seulement en haut de l'échelle périlleuse, mais dans la prestigieuse école que les gens mourraient pour avoir une chance d'assister. Cette réussite l'a amenée à déduire qu'elle méritait une sieste. Ferme ses yeux, ses longs cils jettent des ombres sur ses joues et elle se demande pourquoi le sommeil était si difficile à passer maintenant qu'elle a enfin eu une chance de se détendre. Elle a deviné juste faire semblant de dormir afin d'éviter l'attention suffirait.
Selassie Hansen
Art & Design Division\\ Drawing & Painting // Ambitious artist
"When I have too much on my mind, I'll put it on paper."
For the Record

║ Name ║
Selassie Zerez Hansen
║ Acceptable Nicknames ║
 Lie or Salie 
║ Birthday & Age ║
December 29th 1996 // 19 // Born in Denmark

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║
Female ║ Bisexual 
║ Other Labels ║
 Selassie is half Ethiopian and half Danish. Her mother, an Ethiopian and her father, a Danish man are both devout Christians, however she found it difficult to have the same faith in such a 'higher power' instead prefering to assign herself to Atheism. 
║ Occupation ║
 Currently a freelance street painter. She draws and paints portraits for foreigners and makes herself quite some bit to get her by. Hopes for her work to be discovered so she can be financially stable enough to paint for leisure, instead of for purchasing the bare necessities. 
║ Appearance ║
Never judge a book by its cover, right? By looking at Selassie, you would automatically assume she was the artists muse instead of the mind behind the work. The canvas is her cover but when she isn't painting, her 'pretty' appearance leads her true skill to be questioned. After all, isn't everyone a little narcissistic? And those who have a reason to be even more so? Selassie inherited her mothers unruly curly locks, and she often trims it haphazardly herself so it doesnt get in her way when she's painting. Her fathers distinct features have led to her being thought to be the muse behind the painting instead of the artist, which she disinterestedly dismisses. She stands at a somewhat tall 5'7, with lengthy legs most usually wrapped up in vintage ripped jeans. She has a petite upturned nose paired with full lips, most usually upturned into a mischievous smile. She's slim, sometimes bordering on the skinny side, depending on if she's prioritised finishing her latest work before her sustenance. Her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes usually make her unapproachable, until she smiles, then her face transforms into something much more welcoming.
Her style usually consists of (as previously mentioned), high waisted ripped jeans in an abundance of colours. This is usually paired with a oversized turtleneck which she can tuck her face into when she's feeling shy. In the summer, when the turtleneck must be discarded, she usually wears a loose string vest top paired with either a skirt or a pair of shorts. In one word, her style would be summed up with 'Simplistic' or 'Vintage'. 

"Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight"At First Glance
║ Personality ║
The Positive:

 Fiercely Loyal: It takes a lot for Selassie to take you under her wing, but once she does, she will make it her job to protect you from anything she deems to be a bad influence. She refuses to let anything cloud her vision when it comes to a true friendship, whether it an attractive guy, or anything else she may desire.
 Trustworthy:Selassie is a living contradiction to "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead." You can rest assured that your secret will be safe with her, as a result of herself falling victim to vicious high school rumours being circulated.
 Truthful:Despite her friendly and welcoming outlook on life, Lie won't mince her words if she truly means something. This can be appreciated by someone who's looking for the cold, hard truth instead of sugar-coated niceties.

The Negative:

 Arrogant:Constant compliments being thrown your way can push you from the boundaries of 'humble' towards slightly narcisstic. Admirers singing her praises hasn't fallen on deaf ears, and Lie has been able to use them as a way of boosting her self-esteem. Like everyone, she does have a selfish moments where she may believe herself to be more than she probably is. Hopefully someone will tell her the truth before she becomes the modern day Narcissus.
 Detached:If you're not one of her close friends, Selassie has the tendency to lose interest in conversations that do not end with a positive outcome for herself. Meaningless back and forth encounters most probably won't stick to her memory, so if you want to make an impression, is has to be big. This can be for either a good reason, or you could have landed yourself a reserved spot on her hit-list.
 Irritable:Disturbing her whilst she's sleeping, painting or has more than 60% of her attention elsewhere could have someone falling victim to her snappy words. She doesn't like being disrupted, especially with her artistic flow coming and going, she wants to make the most of it whilst she has the image she wants to create firmly in her mind.

What You See:
Her features and silence around strangers can have her coming across as self-absorbed and aloof most of the time. When she finds someone she truly cares for, whether it be a friendship or a romantic relationship, she can be seen to be forceful and commanding to the other.
What I Know:
Her silence in certain situations shows that she is listening intently to whatever the other person has to say, getting used to their manerisms and quirks before she strikes up the conversation. Her dominance in relationships is just a side-effect of her protective and caring nature.

"The energy of the mind is the essence of life." - Aristotle.Off the Record
║ My Dreams ║
Despite her street artist job getting her by, Sessalie hopes to one day sell out art viewings and have her work displayed for all to admire in art exhibitions. She imagines herself sneaking in between the masses of her fans in art centres in disguise, basking in the warm glow of their appreciation. Lie aims to one day find a companion to share her art with, someone who can become her muse without even knowing it. She will be able to close her eyes after a long day and paint them from memory. Starting a family isn't on the forefront of her mind and she first hopes to find someone she feels is worthy enough to spend the most important years of her life with her. Hopefully years in which her artistic fame will blossom.
║ Fears ║

 Bathmophobia: Selassie is afraid of steep slops and sharp declines, due to the fear of falling as a result of a lack of balance. This means that her hiking up cliffs and mountains will probably never occur. This is something she finds to be a hindrance as she hopes to one day climb a mountain and paint the altruistic view.
Selassie is afraid of her dreams coming true, despite the great amount of faith she has in her ability. She's a true believer of everything happening for a reason, and she can't help but imagine many obstacles compiling themselves in her path towards world recognition.

║ Likes ║

 Berries
 Hazlenut hot chocolates
 Cuddling with someone under a warm blanket
 A glass of her favourite alcholic beverage after a long day of painting

║ Dislikes ║

 Being told what to do.
 Someone having a negative pre-conceived idea on what she is like.
 Spicy foods
 Being cold
 Sleeping in a bed alone

║ Brief History ║
Selassie was born in Denmark, the homeland of her father and lived there for the first few years of her life. When she was the age of four and unaware of the serious issues around her, her mother and father had nonchalantly sent her off to live with her aunt in America. They could no longer handle the responsibility of raising an inquisitive and artistic young girl, and instead went off to instill the Christian faith around Europe to those with troubled pasts. Life with her aunt was less controlled than what she had experienced with her parents. There was no longer the hour long trip on sundays to offer 'God' her prayers. Instead of rosary beads, her aunt would purchase her Rosemary oil brushes for her rapidly growing interest in painting.
Despite her aunts encouragement of the creative side to Lia, she was adamant on her graduating high school as a bare minimum. This led to Lia struggling through subjects such as mathematics and science and exceeding in her art classes, the only thing she looked forward to each week. She graduated from high school and with her aunts blessings, moved out from her home of her childhood and moved in to her own apartment. The rent was paid every week from the money gained from her street paintings of tourists unfamiliar with the currency and eager to fork out money for one of Selassies works. Thats when a procrastination session on her laptop had her stumbling upon the Mortimer School of Arts. Before she knew it, her nimble digits were flying across the keyboard, sending off her eager application. 

║ Area of Study ║
Art & Design: Drawing and Painting
║ About My Audition ║
Selassie, being an unconventional girl in every sense of the word, didn't submit any of her previous works electronically to Mortimer. Instead, she turned up herself in person with a blank canvas propped up on an easel. She was approached by one of the individuals in charge of the selection and proposed her idea. She was met with shock and suprise and she was sure that something like this was unusual at such a prestigious school. She sat herself down onto the floor, cross-legged and painted the woman, taking her time on the shadows and angles of her face. By the time she was done, she had attracted a crowd - silently watching her work, entranced. By the time the last stroke of her paintbrush landed upon the now filled canvas, she had secured her scholarship. 
║ Year ║
First year
║ Living Arrangement ║
Callaway Hall, 4A (Fourth floor, room A)