Name: Aurora Faye
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance / Writing Sample: Seated in a lecture hall, bent over a doodle-ridden notebook, is a young girl barely into her freshman year at the Universty of Chicago. Light brown hair falls to her shoulders and curls at the ends, giving her hair a bouncy, playful look. She moves her left hand up to readjust the pair of large, circular, wire-rimmed glasses that grace her petit, childish nose. Across both cheeks are a field of light freckles; all in all, she's adorable. She sits in a desk, legs crossed at the ankle, focused intently on a notebook full of doodles; her posture and build seem delightfully bright, almost abnormally in fact. The bell rings, she sits up straight and stretches her arms over her head, closes the notebook, and stands up. Looking around the room, she seems drastically shorter than her classmates, standing a mere five foot five. (i.e. 165cm)
Stacking her notebook atop a textbook she clenches them tightly to her chest as she leaves the lecture hall. The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting concrete is interrupted by her running through it; she hurries across the sidewalk towards the Erasure Agency. Turning into an alleyway and nearing the building, Aurora's foot cataches hold of a hole in the pavement and she is sent flying onto the ground and landing with a splash as stray papers are strewn across the wet concrete. Dazed, she lays stagnant in the puddle for a moment before pulling herself up onto her knees, albeit weakly. She reaches out, gathering up the now-drenched papers and her books; looking up into the sky she sighs and pulls herself to her feet. She moves somewhat calmly, slowly, to the end of the alley and looks out across the street. An older gentleman holding an umbrella strolls by, offering a gummy smile to the down-trodden Aurora. Near instantly she perks up and returns the smile to the man before hurrying her way across the street and into the lobby of the Agency.
With her head bent downward, focusing intently on the motions of her own feet, she slides into an empty locker room. Walking around the perimeter of the room, her index finger is extended as she mutters the names on the lockers she passes; finally she comes to a halt in front of a locker across which it reads 'FAYE.' Aurora leans in and turns the knob several times before the door is released; she reaches inside and takes hold of a small grey pair of shorts and a white tanktop. She reaches down with both hands to her collar and slowly unbuttons her shirt; she casts the shirt into the locker and throws the tanktop over her head. She moves her hands down to grip the edge of her skirt, pulling it down and swapping it out with the pair of shorts. She sighs as she removes her glasses and folds them, setting them neatly on a shelf in the locker; she pulls her hair back into a pony-tail, fasting it with a bright pink band. She gazes at herself in the mirror on the inside of her locker's door, looking up and down her length a few times before sighing and closing the door. She takes her leave of the locker room to a small gym, not that she'll get much accomplished.
Personality: At first glance Aurora appears to be an immensely shy person; however, beneath her timidity, she appears to be fairly child-like in both body and spirit. Her positivity is nigh unworldly, almost always being able to make light of a poor situation. She's also unsurprisingly naïve, particularly when it comes to romance. She also seems to have a penchant for sweets, particularly pastries. Of particular note is her wanton attitude towards the Erasure Program; this comes about from her having been taught from a young age by her father, who was an Erasure Agent himself, that the Erasure Program is particularly good because it helps to save lives.