Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Name: Christine Moore (calling name: Chris) Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: Chris is a kind person of heart. She always puts up a smile to please others, and her biggest concerns are always evolving around the people around her. She isn't very conscious of herself and usually gets herself hurt to help others who need it. Short Bio: Chris is an orphan who lost her parents at 6. She doesn't remember their faces, and was raised in an orphanage until she was 9. There, a woman adopted her. She was rich and with a string of lovers on her back. Chris ignored it and instead focused on her friends and other aquaintances instead of her frivolous "mother" who was never home. Chris is alone in charge of her house, and she doesn't have any other family than her deceased parents. No grandparents, aunts, uncles or cousins. Therefore, she spends most of her time alone. Extra: Chris is only kind to others because she's lonely. When no one is looking, she's usually expressionless. After the loss of her parents, she didn't know how to feel true happiness. Only a happiness that felt fake and awkward. Chris has a tattoo on her back, aquired at a time that she doesn't know herself. It is a pair of angel wings, black outlinings with white. It's a beautiful tattoo and it seems to grow with her as she ages. The wings are getting rather large on her back, and she wonders what will happen when they are "done" developing. Her eyes also change accordingly to her mood, but no one outside ever sees it, because they're always blue when she's with others. Blue. The color of emptiness, on her own emotional scheme. She is blank when she's outside, like a doll. Chris is also an actress in her free time, and sings in musicals and acts in plays around her town, having gotten quite popular. She is also admired and even desired among the girls because of her looks. She's jokingly being called the prince of the school. Chris was on her way home. It had been a long day in school, and she just wanted to get home and be alone for as long as she could, maybe exercise her dance, or take a run in the forest behind her house. Anything to be alone. Other than that she could read, watch a movie, do her homework, whatever. She knew her mother wasn't going to be home, and therefore she could have her time alone without having to worry about anything. She was a bit sad that her "mother" wouldn't even come home when it was getting so close to her midterms. She wanted some moral support. But of course, who'd expect that from such a woman? She was probably busy with some guy on her trip to London. Chris had grown to hate males after what her adoptive mother had done when she was taken home. Bringing in guy after guy and eventually, starting to leave the house to meet guys. Chris was now alone in the spacious and large house, and she had no one to spend her day with. It was the same, trivial everyday wherever she looked. She just wanted someone to change it for her. To show her something that would give her a new perspective. Her life was boring, colorless and meaningless. She had no real friends. They all liked her for her pretty looks and her popularity. She didn't want to trust any of them, because she knew they'd turn against her if she said something truthful. For example if she said that she was gay. That wasn't going to help any of them, at all. She would be judged until the end of her life, with no exception. But she didn't see a reason to tell anyone, either. So she was gay, so what? She wasn't planning on going out and falling in love with someone anytime soon. As she approached her home, the rain started to pour. Great. She sighed as she got inside, her hair already managing to become damp from the rain. She set down her bag and took off her shoes, setting them on the shoe holder to the left of the door. She stood in the hallway for a few minutes as she looked inside the empty, lonely house. When she got over that, she went into the kitchen. She looked through the fridge to see if she was missing anything for making her dinner for the night. She wasn't, she was always so thorough with her things that she never forgot anything. With her sort of airy demeanor, many would judge her as being light-headed and forgetful. But her mind was quite clear, and she almost never forgot things unless it was deliberate and she wanted to forget it. Instead she set over the kettle and, waited for it to boil before pouring it into a cup. She sighed as she made the tea, taking it to the living room. She tidied her bedroom and the bathroom as she drank the tea. Her world was so boring. She could see that. She knew that she was grey, a nobody. She had always been unwanted, and even if she was an actress, someone who would show people color and talent, she was still just a shell. She was nobody inside. And she wanted to become someone. For a person to make her someone.