Date of Birth:
4'1" height, unknown weight
Oana wears whatever will fit on her body, regardless of color, material, design, et cetera. For the time being, most of her wardrobe is Filomena's hand-me-downs, so the two dress kind of similarly.
There's no way she's part of a clique. She can barely speak to her foster sister-mother-figure, let alone the complete strangers at school who generally tower over her.
Eating, counting, eating, things with a set rhythm, eating...did I mention she likes eating?
You know how sometimes you hear about some odd story and you go "No way it happened" at the end? Oana is kind of like that, only it did
She was born in Romania and already proved small in infancy. Yes, she was a tiny little person indeed, with a ravenous appetite. Short of her stature and appetite, most of the details of her life are unknown. For her height, some say she had a growth defect that kicked in once she passed the four-foot marker. Others say she just got morbidly unlucky. The world may never know. Some people chalk her appetite up to malnutrition as a child, which could also explain her height, while others believe she eats in an attempt to get bigger. Another thing we just won't be able to figure out. What is
known is that, apparently, her parents did a lot of traveling for their job. At age nine, she and her parents were going to take a month's vacation in France. Whether her parents got there, she doesn't know. All she knows is that she got lost, followed a pair of heads that looked like her parents, and wound up on a plane bound for California instead of Paris. Ironically, the plane she was supposed to get on crashed not long before reaching France, and all the passengers have been reported dead or missing.
This led to a situation best described as "You're screwed, kid." She found herself in America with a less-than-skillful knowledge of the English language, no money at all, and her only possessions being what was in her carry-on bag. Which included absolutely nothing to prove her identity. Even then, she just sort of left the airport, unsure what to do. In her defense, if you were a nine-year-old kid who accidentally wound up in a country where you barely spoke the language, you'd probably freak out and your judgment would be a little clouded. So that was her story for six years. She was small, hungry, and dependent on the goodwill of others. Which, to say the least, sucked. Sometimes, if the door was unlocked and nobody was home, Oana would sneak into a place, chill out for a few minutes, and get something nice to eat. It sucked, sucked, sucked. Until she snuck into an apartment and got caught just last summer.
Not only did the person owning the apartment not kick her out, she heard
Oana out. To the best of her ability, Oana recalled her awkward story, albeit very disjointedly and rather lacking in sense since it was the first time she'd really spoken to a person in six years. The end decision was adoption, which required a bit of lying on the part of her new "family" and a bit of acceptance on the part of Oana. It sure beat the streets, at least. In another bizarre stroke of luck, the building she snuck into every night to sleep was demolished in the wee hours of the following morning.
Now high school is starting. She hasn't been to school in six years, looks like she still belongs in elementary school, and that's still before her terrible social skills. To say this least, this is going to be a challenge.
1 - Art 1
2 - Algebra 1
3 - Physical Science
5 - Lunch
6 - English 9
7 - World History
8 - Intro to Speech and Theater
Her knowledge of the English knowledge seems to consist mainly of one-syllable words. Her Romanian, on the other hand, is flawless.
Despite a less-than-pleasing backstory, Oana is actually really lucky when it counts most.
Her hairpin was a gift from Filomena.
Do they drive?:
She can't even see over the dash, let alone operate the pedals and steering wheel of a car.