OFFICIAL NORTHSTAR DISTRICT'S PLOT & CHAT THREAD

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okay she doesn’t have a name rn but here’s her description:

“she’s a 5’7 existence of pure chaos. coming from a rough childhood and being taken advantage of her whole life, the blackout struck her as sort of a freeing experience, despite how morbid it may sound. it was her chance to escape when she was only a young teen from her overbearing adoptive family and finally allow herself the independence she so fiercely exhibited all throughout her life. struggling in the past from suicidal thoughts, reappearing bouts of anxiety, trust issues and more, she never truly lived her life to the fullest and yearned deeply to be on her own- after all, it was what she knew best when growing up, but was taken from her rather suddenly. she was much like a domesticated wild animal who only wanted to return to the wild.
when the blackout struck, she packed her things and left home as quickly as she could, knowing it would be easier on her ma anyways. out of spite, selfishness, and pure impulsivity, she went out on her own finally. she survived well on her own and thrived by herself, disliking anything that limited her own free will. she grew as a person, but she also shrank in some ways.
she’s an american girl with lean muscle and slight but soft curves, with long tussles of blonde-brunette hair and dark eyes, freckles splattered across her like constellations. she’s passionate and feels in extremes, and her personality is made up of all differing versions of herself messily mixed together in a hypocritical fashion. she’s got a sharp tongue and an unforgiving glare, an impressive ability to manipulate and lie, and a fierceness as sharp as her hand knife. but she’s also soft, vulnerable and sensitive, emotional and forgiving and maternal in her nature. she’s someone who’s still discovering herself and isn’t quite sure what or who she wants to be.
she’s got a lot of trust issues and dislikes being touched, especially by males due to past experiences in her life and traumas she’s not yet gotten past nor ever fully will.  she loves to create. she’s often seen with a novel in hand, earbuds in her ears, or a paintbrush in hand. she’s a slow reader who stumbles over her words but savors a good story. she paints messily and in harsh strokes, but the end result it often beautiful and oddly soft and blurred, like herself. her music taste is hilariously wide and her dances to them are amusing and clumsy, but she knows this and her laughter drowns out her insecurity. she’s indecisive but opinionated, impulsive but hesitant, bold but shy. she makes no sense, but when you’re in her presence, somehow she seems to make sense perfectly.
she’s got a love for kitkats and strawberries and the color dark red. she loves sleeping until noon but yearns to be a morning person and watch the sun rise. she claims to be a night owl but will be drooling on your shoulder by midnight. she’s extremely loyal and extremely stubborn and wonders which one will get her killed first. she’s agnostic but prays to a god she doesn’t quite believe in at night. she is a survivor, a creator, a lover, a destroyer, a liar, a friend, a rival, all at once.”
- what i typed up at 2am yesterday abt her