Name: September Lawless (Previously Lin)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She is considered a short girl, 5’2, with waist-length, dark brown hair. Her hair is generally straight, parted through the middle-right of her crown, and bangs on both sides of her face go a few inches lower than her shoulders. Her hair is roughly cut, as if with a dull knife, sort of shaggy around the edges, while still having a healthy sheen to it. Through her bangs, on the left side is a navy-blue stripe. The tips of her hair are coloured a rich, royal indigo, and there are inky black streaks through the rest of her hair. She’s careful to maintain these colours as often as she can. Her eyes are large and almond - shaped, quite hazel. She's vaguely bi-eyed, as her left eye is a darker shade of brown, while her right eye has a greener tint to it.
Her favourite outfit, usually worn while exploring or just lounging, is a flowly black veil-like jacket over a black, skintight t-shirt and black shorts, as well as black socks with no shoes. Though for school, nothing can go wrong with a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts, graphic tee, and sneakers. Her figure is petite, very petite, with no curves but a bit around the hips and thighs. She has full lips and accentuated cheekbones, as well as a slightly defined jawline. Her Chinese heritage shows only slightly through her skin tone and eye shape, though she is most commonly mistaken for being Malaysian, Thai, Korean, and even Hawaiian.
September tries her best to always have a backpack with her. Her black backpack with blue zippers, actually. Even if she has nothing to carry she will bring the backpack along with her, "just in case," she says. Usually though, it contains a notebook, a pencil case, a very long black ribbon as a flashy hairtie (she’s seen too many Disney movies), and perhaps some Cliff bars. The pack clips in front of her chest and around her waist, making for practically unhindered movement.
Personality:
September was orphaned early in her life, leaving her with little to no memory of her birth parents. She constantly feels bitter about this, as she feels her deceased parents deserve a child that can at least remember them. No, all September can remember is a gunshot, a scream… And perhaps a smile from her father, minutes before the was left alone. Somehow, this seems to be the very root of many things she does; her determination to become a traceur no matter how many boys scoffed, her almost fierce curiosity to learn everything about anything, and her powerful instinct to fight the fact that she may never remember her parents.
September is someone most people ignore at first, really. Despite how small she is, people can say that she's "intimidating." She doesn't talk much, and simply watches as the day goes by, absorbing in everything she sees and hears. On the outside, she seems cold and uncaring, almost spiteful.
On the inside, she's really the opposite of what she seems. People close to her describe it as a radiating field of calm warmth, while also having a hilarious darkly sarcastic side to her. She loves animals with all her heart, she loves reading, she loves writing, and never leaves the house without her notebook and pen.
Relationship with Parent/Guardian: September knows fully well that she is adopted, and feels no ill towards her adopted parents. She doesn’t “act” spoiled though, and understands the hardship of life and life without the privileges she currently has. She considers her adopted family as more like “permanent friends” than a real “family.”
Biography:
When she was 6 her parents were mugged and murdered before her very eyes. She was adopted by an Irish-American family and stayed in the US for 2 more years before moving to her adopted parent’s house in Ireland. There she stayed for 7 more years before returning to the US for a highschool education. During her long stay in Ireland she picked up an elegant Irish accent, noticeable but not overly obvious.
As she grew she began to forget the trauma experienced and her adopted parents encouraged her to do anything but dwell on the past. This led to quite a few small hobbies - horseback riding, knitting, reading, and the ever-popular tree climbing. Something that she always did, many people would call it “wasting time,” was sit still and simply watch nature at work. September discovered that humans didn’t move the same way animals did; humans were awkward. Animals could climb and jump and sprint and spin, and humans couldn’t. That is, until September discovered Youtube and came across a Parkour video. She tried to tumble and roll, which resulted in scabbed knees and worried laughs.
When she reached the age of thirteen she realized that she could not remember her birth parent’s voices. She would spend hours during bedtime thinking, thinking, tracing back as far as she could into her memory banks. Without realizing it, she began to collect information. Facts. As if, by knowing more, she would be closer to remembering her parents. Somewhere along the way she remembered how she loved to watch animals and the way she moved, and her desire to learn Parkour returned. Her adopted parents readily said yes, as long as there was always a professional around. Her new parkour abilities and her desire for information made her somewhat of a snoop. A new hobby was formed: find a hidey-hole in the school hallway or a shaded branch of a tree and simply eavesdrop. This was part curiosity and part teenage mischief. She has found a way to make her little misadventures constructive though, simply by turning her gathered “information” into a series of short stories inside of her own personal world.
Number: Four
Virtue: Humility
