CHILDS, SERAH BETH

Full name: Serah Beth Childs
Age and D.O.B.: fifteen and January 15th
Sexual orientation: Sapiosexual - a behavior of becoming attracted to or arroused by intelligence and its use
Occupation: Student and Babysitter
Member group: Newport High School (sophomore)

Face claim: India Eisley
Distinguishing features: dsl's, charming smile, a few scars on her legs (playful kid), a cut on her leg (tried to be a "runner"), her finger tips and some on her hands from playing with her pocket knife, fading scars on her legs, and her natural attractive good looks.

Likes: intelligence, nice vehicles, medium rare steak, caramel, the smell of coffee, lattes, motorcycles, children, adventures, etc.
Dislikes: juvenal detention centers, taste of most coffees', sight of blood, being away from races, not knowing about her past, ignorance, homophobic assholes, bad dancers, etc.
Strengths: sense of humor, mathematics, taking care of children, and finishing her school work&homework
Weaknesses: when people know more about her past then she does, an attractive mind, and cute animals
Fears: falling in love, being weak and not being able to follow her dreams (when she discovers what her dream job is)
Habits: she tends to bit her bottom lip when she's nervous or bored. she bites her pen caps when she's listening to a teacher's lecture. she tends to think a lot when she's left alone too long
Secrets:
-apart of foster care
-really doesn't know her past
-searching for her parents

Overall Personality:

serah can be quite charming to anyone that she meets, and always cause look on the brighter side of things. she tends to be on the optimistic side of thing, as if she hopes that the world on the outside world is really feel with unicorns and rainbows. but logically, she knows that it can be real, like learning everything about her history. she is adventures, always looking for the next thrill, such as mountain climbing or street races. she tried being a runner, at once upon a time, but she got hurt really bad and messed up her left knee pretty bad. she is pretty caring, sweet, and tends to make jokes. she enjoys making people smile and happy. she wants to spread love and sun shine.

she is a calm little lady, other than the girly jumping around that she gets with she's excited, but she usually acts rather chill about certain things. it does take quite a lot to piss her off, but that person will be sorry once that annoy her to the point where she breaks cause she is a fighter. she hasn't taking any classes on how to fight, it just happens and she's gotten into several different fights in the past and won all of them but a few; she is a tough person, compared to most fifteen year old girls. her goal is to become a successful street racer once she becomes a legal driver, instead of using her fake id. but in the mean time, happy travels.

she isn't exactly a virgin, but she has only ever had a partner in that department. she isn't a sexual person, and only makes those form of jokes when someone wants a good laugh. she's a people person, without all that much like for everyone in the world. they are certain types that just annoy her to the point where she cuts them off her list. and when she's done with someone, there is no why there getting back on her good side, so yes, she does tend to be a grudge holder.

Mother: Alice Elise Black
Father: Ryan "Lucifer" Black
Siblings: Vetis Neil Black
Other: vv
-Foster Mother: Susan Michelle White
-Foster Father: Frankie Mason White
-Siblings: a few of them..i'll put up a wanted ad for these
Pets:

Overall History:

births are suppose to be a beautiful thing and a precious moment, or a happy occasion were the entire family is just waiting for the precious bundle of joy to reach their arms. do you agree to that? the black's weren't thrilled to be having a daughter, decided that the after the pregnancy that would be the last connection they will be having with their child. so, when she was released from the hospital, alice was releasing her grip when she was on the door step of the white family, mr. & mrs. frankie white. now alice might not be fit to actually be a mother of anyone, she at least had the decency of handing the kid over to a healthy family; or maybe it was a consequence. the white family got married five years before they were handed serah, and also became foster parents a housed four kids, other than serah. the thing was, alice actuall named serah and susan was pretty sure that the woman was drunk, when the lady was working on the papers. but susan made sure that alice gave them everything they needed to be able to have serah adopted. but a family never came that wanted to touch someone that came from alice black, a wife of a powerful man.

susan and frankie tried to raise serah up right, teaching her right from wrong. they were doing an okay job, for not knowing exactly what was wrong with the black family, nor did they want to know. susan normally brought serah to the park, to allow her to play on the jungle gym, and then get her an ice cream from the ice cream trunk when it passes by. serah was five when she first met alice, but didn't realize just how close she was to her biological mother. alice gave her vetis's first name, to prove that it was his vetis had carved his name in it so long ago. normally children would hurt themselves without knowing how to react to having their very own pocket knife. even then, she knew that she was going to have to hide the pocket knife away from her foster parents. at that age, she knew that she wasn't related to them. she looked different from them, and the children looked pretty different as well.

middle school was pretty neat, she tended to play on the jungle gym or walk onto of the monkey bars. she was that kid that dared to be different by doing crazy stunts, and has the scars to fill those moments. she was just a daring kid, that just wanted to have fun since she didn't feel like she was at home or safe at her foster home, but she knew that it could always be worse. there was a year in middle school that they moved to san antonio, california until they realized that it was kindof dangerous to raise their semi-family and moved back, to a safer location. and she was pretty smart, she was top notch of her class while entering the next step of her high school career.

she started running, and she was getting pretty good at it until she fell off a building and landed on her knee the wrong way. then she had to find other ways to get that same adrenaline rush. her heart lays with custom engines all wrapped up in a custom vehicle, the only thing that gets her going.. other than intelligence. her first time was at her second street race with a guy that was seventeen years old, which was two grades above hers. and she also started babysitting to give her some reasons to be away from the house and be able to lie when she didn't have some munchkin to babysit. when she wasn't taking care of kids, she was at the races. she became quickly addicted, which wouldn't be surprising since she tended to have an addictive personality. and now she's a sophomore in high school, she babysits children and uses a fake id, where she uses to drive fast cars and sometimes, flirts her way to get someone alcohol. she doesn't really drink all that much, and she won't touch drugs.

her pencil quickly scrapped across the pages of one of her notebooks, left over from school, and she knew that she her family would worry about her. so, she was going to write a quick note, and she would call once she got to where she was going or on the way, she wasn't quite sure, if she was going to even do that. it's been quite a long time since she's been blonde, she's been blonde since she was fourteen and a half, so she knew that this was how her worst nightmare knew her as. she had to leave, and she had to leave now. she was glad that she took a shower before she started packing for the her travels.

she picked up her duffle bag and put her money in her shoes and mostly in her bra. she knew that it was naturally safer to have one's money close to your body, but there was exceptions like your pockets, cause she's been around quite a few of pick-pockers. now to decided which one of her outfits that she was not able to fit in the bag with some of her other things, that she decided that she wanted to keep. she slipped on a pair of blue jean bermuda shorts, yellow tank top with black twisted in the straps with a design in black ink, and a pair of tan beat up converses. she slipped on a pair of sunglass and then slipped the duffle bag over her shoulder, then picked up her note book and tossing it on her bed and she was walking out her house. she needed a whole day's head start, she had to leave like right now before it felt like it was too late.

should have put more thought into her decisions before acting on her plans, she should have planned better but now she was walking with a weight on her back, and it was not just for the fact that she was in the process of putting back up her mental blockage on her memories. she plugged her headphones in her ears, as she pushed the end of it in her ipod, she was going to need to get a new phone. she currently had it powered off, with her sims card out of it in the zipper section of her duffle bag. she was listening to a song, and it gave her hope that maybe, just maybe she would find someone that is capable of protecting her. however, she knew the chances of that happening was less than likely. she stopped by a gas station and picked up a bottled water, and was back on her walk. if she didn't have her duffle bag, she would not have been phased very much, but she was now here with carrying heavy thing on her back; all she had to do was to deal with it.

she noticed a taxi without a passenger in it, so when she reached the vehicle she opened the backdoor throwing her bag in the backseat before sitting down beside it. she glanced up at the vehicles review mirrior, "drive." she said, it was suppose to say it in an ordering or demanding voice, but it was almost as if a state of confusing hit her. she could not remember the last real time she took a taxi, she used them a few times on those rare chances she found herself in new york and such.

marie; central; 5/6 years; anna,arty,axel,clara,lars,&liam; harry potter; seven times