Verity Storm

Full Name: Verity Storm
Nickname(s): Storm; Stormy
Gender: Female
Age: 13 years
Birthday: September 11
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Slightly Christian
City/Town Of Birth: New York City
Currently Lives At: New York City
Faction (Origin): Veracity (Candor)
Faction (Test): Veracity, Valiant, Cordial, Altruist, Astute
Faction (Choice): Amity
Languages Spoken: English
Native Tounge: English
Relationship Status: Single & Not-Looking

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
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Picture:

Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 105 Lbs.
Figure/Build: Tall; Very skinny (but not medically unstable)
Hair Color(s): Dark brown
Hair Style: Curly waves; Almost always pulled to left side
Eye Color: Dark brown
Tattoo(s): N/A
Piercing(s): Ears only
Scars/Distinguishable Marks: 'X' shaped scar over right wrist
Preferred Style Of Clothing: Suits (A girl who wears binary suits. You got a problem?)

HEALTH
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Does Drugs: False
Addictions: Tracing the creases of her scar when (tired, anxious, worried, angry, etc.)
Mental Disabilities: Slight OCD

PERSONALITY
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Traits: Optimistic; Picky; Blunt; Innocent
Likes: The truth; Happy people; Freedom; Kittens
Dislikes: Liars; Bullies; Confinement; Spiders
Fears/Phobias: Lies; Betrayal; Her past
Favorite Color: Red
Hobbies: Talking with friends; Walking around the city; Doing anything she's not supposed to do
Taste In Music: -
Secrets & Deep Truths:
Wip

FRIENDS, FAMILY & FOES
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Parent's Names: Oaka and Toby Storm
Grandparent's Names: -
Status Of Parents: Mother- Deceased Father- Deceased Siblings- None
Siblings: None

Words From Verity About Her History About Herself:

Hey, I'm Verity. But please call me Stormy.
I'll be honest. I haven't had the best live. You play what your dealt, and the hand I was dealt was a bad hand.
I won't bore you with details. But I can't exactly make it short if I'm going to tell the truth.
My parents died when I was super young. I don't even remember them. I was sent to an orphanage. It's in Veracity, but it's run by Altruist volunteers.
It's where I've lived my whole life.
Of course I have school and stuff. And all of the kids at the orphanage are also Veracity. But it's just not the same as growing up like a normal Veracity.
When I was younger I tried to commit suicide. I slit my wrist and tried to bleed myself to death.
It didn't work because one of the Altruist volunteers found me. I only cut my right wrist. I cut it in an 'x'.
But even after all I've been through, I'm Veracity through-and-through.
Tomorrow I'm going to get the aptitude test. And I know I'm going to get Veracity. Even if I don't I'm going to choose Veracity.
I'll be able to leave the orphanage and start my initiation training as a real Veracity citizen.
I know I'll never leave.