GENERAL INFORMATION Name Desarae Jacklyn Lourdes Gray Prefered names 'Desa' She prefers 'Desa' due to people mispronouncing and misspelling her name. Aliases 'Anastasia' She pronounces it as 'anna-stass-ee-aa' Date of birth December 1st, 2000 Place of birth Novosibirsk, Russia Age Nineteen Height 5'6 Weight 120 lbs Education / Place of work College Part time work - Employee of Sakura Corp Nationality Korean, Russian. Religion Atheist Sexual orientation Pansexual Languages Korean, Japanese, Russian However she preferred to speak Korean more often as it's easier for her. Abnormalities Pyromania -is an impulse control disorder in which individuals repeatedly fail to resist impulses to deliberately start fires, in order to relieve tension or for instant gratification. Fears and phobias Violence, Being abducted, Being murdered, Spiders, ligyrophobia, Nyctophobia. APPEARANCE Physical description She'd be a mix between Korean and Russian, As for her her figure, It'd be slim while remaining toned due to her extracurricular activities that kept her in decent shape however she had the minor flaws of stretch marks across her hips and upper thighs which usually remained covered by her clothing however the noticeable flaw of a large, medium deep scar across her right ankle remained visible. Desarae had a constant habit of dying her hair however currently remains her natural 'soft, light blonde' colour with the texture of 2A while her eyes remained the colour of amber accompanied by her naturally long yet straight eyelashes. Her complexion remained almost flawless apart from the minor beauty mark that laid below her left eye. Desarae would usually wear a somewhat 'bare face' apart from the occasional winged eyeliner and a subtle lip gloss upon her plump lips. She remained with a blank expression most the time apart from the frequently forced smile for the better good of socialism which revealed her bright, white straight teeth!Style / Clothing Desarae would be quite body confident with herself in which her style would vary time to time. Often prefers to wear dark clothing. Mostly, her clothing was revealing- not that she was promiscuous in any form she just found herself most confident when wearing so called.. 'skimpy' clothing. Spoiler: #1 Spoiler: #2 Spoiler: #3 Equipment A Mobile device, She always seen on the phone even at the most absurd time! Cosplay items, ... She's a weeb, aren't you? Personality She often remained quiet due to her extreme shyness despite her eagerness to make acquaintances, when socialising you'd frequently see her with a forced smile or her regular 'blank' expression yet she'd almost instantly flinch with sudden movements or loud noises due to her paranoia. However, Desarae would be a little too hyperactive at times. . in which impulsive decisions and behaviour would take place as well as constant giggling, chatting etc. Her manners would be up to standard and wouldn't dare be rude unless she held a 'grudge' however tended to jokingly tease others in a friendly manner. As for her trust, she deemed to be a little too trusting towards others which usually headed down a 'wrong path'. She never found herself involved in drama however she does somehow get dragged into it. . Despite her best try of not involving herself she seems to get angry a little too quick over such situations... Hobbies & Skills Cheerleading, Volleyball, Fashion & Design update: She has been kicked off the cheer team. Addictions Gambling, Burning things, Prescription Drug Addiction, Working Psychological Disorders Post traumatic stress disorder -is a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the events. Habits Nervous lip biting, Pen spinning, Biting of nails, Digging nails into her palms, humming, zoning out constantly, chewing of gum, compulsive lying, dying her hair. [FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS: W.I.P] FRIENDSHIPS Toni Ryder |トニー [Grade-12][Cheerleader] Spoiler: Appearance of Toni She would have brown hair, with some pink streaks at the edges, as well as a tan skin tone and brown eyes, as her height would be 5'3. She would have an american-canadian accent. You know, I think it was the mischief that bonded the two so tight. Toni had a kind of brutal honesty that tested most friendships, but Desarae appreciated it. She always knew where she stood with her. And she was generous to a fault, both with her time and her possessions. Desa' got the feeling that she had few friends and so her loyalty to those who stuck with her was fierce. Some friends are for a reason, some are for a season and some are for life. Toni was for life. In 2019, around September Desarae had finally graduated college. Cheerleading had become her 'new thing', as it did for Toni however. . Toni? Toni was a highschool cheerleader. A rival. Arguments broke out, Distance had grown, memories were lost. It never mattered anymore, not even the bestest of reasons could overcome the rivalry between the two teams, there was no way they would be allowed. Despite their make up it was almost impossible to stay friends. . Don't get me wrong-- that's what the public think..however, in secret? It was simpler. Partners in crime, forever. Sakura Akihito | さくら Spoiler: Appearance of Sakura! She'd be a young female with a petite build, standing at 5'4' and have an hourglass, curved figure. She'd have blonde hair with a mix of reddish-brown eyes. A scent of roses would fill the atmosphere whenever she was around! Sakura was only fourteen, however recently introduced into Desaraes life in the year of 2019. Sakura had felt like a child of Desarae's, one of her own and usually had got the name 'Aunt or Mama Des' from her. Sakura had reminded her of herself despite the horrifying memories of her own childhood, I suppose that's why they bonded so well. There was something so intoxicating about an excited child. They bounce, they pounce, they squeal and they run. As their grins get wider everyone about them starts to smile - even the curmudgeons who love to complain. Most of their moments contained the random conversations, laughter they could never contain-- Similar in most ways. Desarae usually found herself childish in a form around Sakura however don't let it fool you-- she was over protective in ways. BACKSTORY TW: There's mentioning of abuse, death, substance abuse etc. If you're sensitive to this type of material.. this is your warning. 'THE BEGINNING' Novosibirsk, Russia. On December 1st, 2007 a new beginning entered Desaraes path. Birthdays had never really been important to her, she had been brought up to know that "It's just another day." however today was different for her. Her father was a particularly cruel man however quite ambitious when it came to extracurricular activities and business. Ballet had became the 'next big thing' for her, excitement rushed through her- could it be that she would finally make her father proud? It'd been three weeks within her process of learning ballet however she continued to fail despite her determination towards it. She remained in her basement. Dust surrounded the bookcases while bars remained on the slim window towards the top of the cracked walls due to her father's "extracurriculars" and the horrifying consequences of them. The fall of her pirouette lead her to break down, fed up of her failure. She was only a child after all- her father kneeled beside her to comfort her explaining a new motivation for her. Being the gullible child she was, she accepted his advice. However from that day on it had been one her biggest regrets. It started off with a kicking of the ankle, forcing herself to work through her pain til she corrected herself- Fail? No. The word was no longer in her dictionary. It then developed into a baseball bat to the ankle however the cruel man who she had been disgusted to call her 'father' had his final straw of patience torn away- a blade held to her right ankle, a child of nine years old who didn't know any better. From that day forward she continued to push herself. 'FIRE AND DESTRUCTION' May 18th, 2015, 6:48PM. Entering her parents bedroom, she looked around the room with horror filled eyes. The bed sheets were drenched, Her mother's white, silky nightgown now a vibrant red. Blood dripped from the bed to the marble floors. Satisfaction was smeared across her Father's face. Her mother. Adrenaline flooded her system, It pumped and beat like it was trying to escape. Thinking her heart will explode and her eyes were widened with fear. Her body wanted to either run fast for the safety of the hills but instead she remained where she was. Let's face it, there is really only one thing she could do: Pray. Adrenaline surged so fast She almost vomited, She could taste saliva thickening her my throat and beads of sweat trickling down mger brow. At some point She'd have to move. The sight was stomach-churning and disturbing. Darkness lurked behind the walls of this house since the year 1985 however today.. Today it had been reawakened. "It was for the better". "She wanted to hurt you". "Im protecting you".The bittersweet lies filled her head. May 20th, 2017, 4:36am. Desarae couldn't help but compare the night with her own state of mind. Just like those clouds, her insides were in a chaos. A mess. Everything bothered her. Everything was hurting her. Everything ached inside her. Orange flames blew out the windows and sent horizontal jets of flame out ten feet or more. She could even feel the radiating heat on her face from right across the street. The firefighters could only watched it burn and try the best they could to protect the houses next door, spraying foam on the sides and roof. Everything black and ascended in the air in dark gray plumes of darkness, and misery. The match used to start the fire was now just a cold lump of dust in her hand that flew away with the wind. May 20th, 2017, 8:20am. The charred remains of their house stood in the pale morning light like a skeleton. It had been so alive, so vibrant. Inside had been a place of hatred and lack of security, a place with bittersweet memories, even death. The wind whistled through and the steady rain fell right into the twisted plastic and metal that had been furniture and electronics. In those ashes lie our photographs, our art, all our personal possessions. Last night it was an inferno, black smoke billowed into the heated air, sending it's distinctive aroma over the neighborhood. Desarae 'Novichkov' hadn't been seen in Novosibirsk, Russia since. Spoiler: ''Fan'' art. Thankyou Olive!