Post by saara on Mar 17, 2008 18:37:28 GMT -5
’ ’ ’ Saara Wyght
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This is Wooly, or at least that's what you can call me, and I got some number that ends in a teen till my term is over. My prison is located at the United States of America and the only way you can reach me at PM here[/i]. I’m planning my escape and none[/i] will help me.
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Saara Wyght
Nickname(s);
Saara, Ara
Age;
13
Gender;
Female
Sexuality;
Heterosexual
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Hair Style;
Blonde
Eyes;
Blue-green
Celebrity;
AnnaSophia Robb
Job;
Student
Area;
7th Grade
Schooling;
Two years preschool, a year of kindergarten, and the first through the sixth grade. She's currently in the middle of the seventh grade but she takes several advanced classes.
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faux { a t t e n t i o n s }
[/b][/color][/font][/size][/center]- Dogs
- Cats
- Horses
- Reading
- Writing
- Drawing
- Indie Music
- Potatoes
- Sitting by Herself
- Talking to Adults
Dislikes;
- Immature People
- Being Treated Like a Little Kid
- Really Talkative People
- Crying
- Being Sad
- Being Sick
- Making Her Mother Worry
- Having Her Mother Be Over Protective
- Getting in Trouble
- Being Ordered Around
Fears;
- Dying well she's still young.
- Losing her mom.
- That her mom won't ever get over her dad's death.
Quirks/Flaws/Habits;
- Allergic to: peanuts, berries, nuts, dust, tree pollen, and grass pollen.
- Suffers from atopic eczema and asthma.
- Tends to chew on things (pencils, nails, potatoes, etc.)
Goals;
- Graduate high school and get a degree in something fun and exciting.
- Cure cancer or end world hunger (either one of those or both.)
- Earn a Nobel Prize for something insanely cool so she can brag about it.
Secrets;
- Doesn't talk about her past/father.
- Doesn't talk about her illnesses.
- Doesn't show all of her real emotions.
Personality;
Saara is the sort of person who does not let anything stop them from doing something that they want to do; if she wants to do it, she does it. Even though she has asthma, she does not let that keep her from doing anything and she never lets herself feel sorry for herself for being born sick. She hates it when other people who are sick wallow in self pity and use it as an excuse. She also hates its when people treat like she is some foreign entity just because she is sick. In general, she is just as stubborn about everything else as she is about doing what she wants to. If she is in an argument, she will not be the one who will back down and she always stands by what she says, even if everyone else tells her that she is wrong or stupid.
And Saara definitely is not stupid either. Immature people annoy her and she usually prefers to talk with adults rather then with people her own age. Her comments are usually witty or intelligent, though she does often tend to make sarcastic comebacks or say things that are meant to annoy the other person. The whole charming young teenager slash child thing is completely lost to her, mainly because she hates being treated or thought of as a child. When someone tries treat her like she is just a silly or annoying little kid, she usually does something that is meant to show them that she is not one. Such as quoting some bit of the Constitution or correcting them on something she remembered they have done wrong. She enjoys making a pest of herself, because being a nuisance is fun.
Mother;
Emilia Wyght - Nurse
Father;
Brian Wyght - Deceased
Siblings;
None
Other Family;
None
History;
Dr. Brian Wyght and Emilia Lee both worked at Rural New York Hospital, a small hospital in the north-eastern part of the state of New York. The young couple fell head over heels in love and got married a year after they started dating; only a few months after their wedding, Emilia was pregnant. Nine months later, little Saara was born at the very hospital at which both her parents worked and her parents were both overjoyed about it. However, it quickly became apparent that Saara wasn't perfectly fine. She had trouble breathing during the first few days of her life, and was diagnosed with asthma. During the first year of her life, she was also diagnosed with atopic eczema, severe allergies to peanuts and nuts, and lesser allergies to pollens and dust. It led to her spending a large portion of the first couple of years of her life in the hospital due to being sick from one thing or having something else act up.
Slowly, as Saara got older, her asthma, allergies, and eczema were brought under control so by the time she started attending preschool at age three, her parents weren't worried too much. Even as a preschooler and kindergartener, she never let the fact that sometime her asthma or allergies acting up stop her. Her father encouraged her to take up soccer, consoling her more worried mother that it wasn't going to kill her. But after the first grade, she never played sports again, because her father died that spring in a car accident. It made her mother suddenly become even more worried about her daughters safety, and constantly trying to keep Saara safe gave her something to take her mind off the grief.
But Saara slowly got sick and tired of the way her mom constantly hovered over her, and it didn't help that she herself had to deal with the grief of losing her father as well. Sometime when her mother wasn't busy working or over-protecting Saara, she'd just sit there and it would be up to Saara to take care of her. When Saara was ten, her mother finally decided that she couldn't keep on living in the same house and at the same job were Saara's father had. So after hunting for a nursing job, she got one at Princeton-Plainsboro and uprooted Saara's life to move them to New Jersey. Even though she despised the move, she didn't complain because it seemed to be what her mother really needed. At first, she chose to hang out at the hospital because she didn't know anyone in the city and her mom liked her to be around her. After three years, she still chooses to hang around the hospital even when her mother doesn't want her too because she knows it and the people their the best.
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[/color][/center] A ridiculously awake Sonra had showed up ridiculously early to the kitchen and helped the other women prepare breakfast with competence that surprised many of them. They were used to having incompetent candidates (like Pratyba but she was mentioning any names) and were surprised anyone actually dragged them self out so early to help. With practiced easy, she'd managed not to wake up her fair so they were not there to bother her or anyone else, because they did not like getting up early like she did. She didn't exactly like getting up actually, but she was used to it, and this way she could disappear before anyone was awake enough to talk to her.
Once she was finished healthy, Sonra had taken a cup and pitcher of klah and a plate of spicecakes and chosen the table that was in the farthest back corner she could find. For the next couple of candlemarks, she sat there drinking klah and eating spicecakes as she watched weyrfolk and dragonriders pass through the kitchens. She had been joined by her fair only a few moments after she'd started eating though, Shine tucking herself behind Sonra's hair as she usually did in order to stay hidden. Command and Sunny sat on the table on either side of the plate, filching any crumbs they could find, and at least two spicecakes, that Sonra knew of anyway. "You little thieves. Why don't you go and hunt and catch your own meals instead of stealing my food? I'm hungry." Sonra grumbled at the pair before sipping more of the klah. Sunny looked at her reproachfully, then waited till she thought her bonded was looking away and stole another spicecake, growling at Command when he tried to take it. "I saw that, and stop arguing you too. Why do you even like spicecakes anyway? You're supposed to eat meat . . ." Sonra said with a shake of her head. "Of course, you eat everything don't you? I know you always steal part of anything I eat: tubers, bubbly pie, even if you don't really like it . . ."
Sunny and Command tried to look charming, then made a run for it, with two more spicecakes in their claws, jumping off the table and popping between to who knew where. Sunny sent Sonra an image, they were at some beach; Sonra sighed, going to the beach would be nice, in fact, going out of the Weyr a bit might just be nice. After the whole thing with Luven she just wanted some time to think, to figure out exactly what she was going to do here, now that she was at the Weyr. It hadn't quite set in yet that she wasn't at Nerat anymore, she was a whole sea away from Nerat now, and she didn't have to go back there if she didn't want too.
The whole idea that things could change warred with the fact that it was so much easier to keep acting like she had; being quite and polite and just getting by. Like all the other times she'd thought about it this morning, it ended at the same easy solution; she'd wait to see if she Impressed, because that would change everything by its self . . . Plus, change didn't have to happen overnight, talking to people yesterday hadn't seemed like such a genius idea anyway with how it had ended after all.
Once she was finished healthy, Sonra had taken a cup and pitcher of klah and a plate of spicecakes and chosen the table that was in the farthest back corner she could find. For the next couple of candlemarks, she sat there drinking klah and eating spicecakes as she watched weyrfolk and dragonriders pass through the kitchens. She had been joined by her fair only a few moments after she'd started eating though, Shine tucking herself behind Sonra's hair as she usually did in order to stay hidden. Command and Sunny sat on the table on either side of the plate, filching any crumbs they could find, and at least two spicecakes, that Sonra knew of anyway. "You little thieves. Why don't you go and hunt and catch your own meals instead of stealing my food? I'm hungry." Sonra grumbled at the pair before sipping more of the klah. Sunny looked at her reproachfully, then waited till she thought her bonded was looking away and stole another spicecake, growling at Command when he tried to take it. "I saw that, and stop arguing you too. Why do you even like spicecakes anyway? You're supposed to eat meat . . ." Sonra said with a shake of her head. "Of course, you eat everything don't you? I know you always steal part of anything I eat: tubers, bubbly pie, even if you don't really like it . . ."
Sunny and Command tried to look charming, then made a run for it, with two more spicecakes in their claws, jumping off the table and popping between to who knew where. Sunny sent Sonra an image, they were at some beach; Sonra sighed, going to the beach would be nice, in fact, going out of the Weyr a bit might just be nice. After the whole thing with Luven she just wanted some time to think, to figure out exactly what she was going to do here, now that she was at the Weyr. It hadn't quite set in yet that she wasn't at Nerat anymore, she was a whole sea away from Nerat now, and she didn't have to go back there if she didn't want too.
The whole idea that things could change warred with the fact that it was so much easier to keep acting like she had; being quite and polite and just getting by. Like all the other times she'd thought about it this morning, it ended at the same easy solution; she'd wait to see if she Impressed, because that would change everything by its self . . . Plus, change didn't have to happen overnight, talking to people yesterday hadn't seemed like such a genius idea anyway with how it had ended after all.
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Other;
- I'm going to play her mom too, but I wanted to make her first and their just as big characters.
- I actually have atopic eczema and asthma as well as similar allergies to her; I know about that, so I went with them, sue me.
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