[b]Name: [/b]Amy Stevens [b]Age: [/b]18 [b]Height:[/b] 5'9 [b]Personality:[/b] Amy is a kind, generous kind of person, yet often comes across as mean, sadistic and sarcastic. She layers herself with these protective traits in order to prevent herself from being hurt. She doesn't trust people easily, and often even finds it hard to talk to other people, making going about daily tasks hard. When you get to know her, if you can break through the hard outer shell, she is the kindest person you can know. Loyal, and protective of those she loves. [b]Appearance: [/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/26/00/30/2600302bccf4e9bd8c8582f7e7099046.jpg[/img] [b]Hobbies[/b]: Reading, cross stitch, guitar, archery [b]Likes: [/b]Flowers. Neatness. Warm summer days. [b]Dislikes:[/b] people, lying, drugs [b]Sexual Preference:[/b] Bi. [b]History:[/b] Born January 1st, 1997 in a dingy, rundown room, Amy was exactly two months early. She had been born quickly, and before emergency services could arrive. She died for three minutes, and was brought back by paramedics. Pale, sickly, thin and small, it was thought that Amy wouldn't survive the night. She did. The first three months of her life were spent in hospital. She didn't open her eyes for three days, and she rarely made a sound. Her mother, a recovering drug addict, also spent considerable time in hospital, but made time every day to go and see Amy, and then when she was allowed to, to hold her. She named her Amy, but called her "Bellafonte" a word she had learned in high school Italian meaning "beautiful source". Amy suffered several complications of her early birth, besides being small, she had difficulty suckling, her liver didn't function properly, nor did her pancreas and doctors feared that her mothers drug habit might cause damage as well, despite the fact her mother hadn't used drugs since she knew she was pregnant. When Amy opened her eyes, one was brown, the other green. When they were let out of the hospital, her mother scraped together enough money to by a small house in a small town, wanting a fresh start for both of them. As Amy grew, and survived, it become evident that she was a type 1 diabetic, perhaps due to the fact that her pancreas hadn't worked properly when she was born. She had endless complications with this, hospitalizations, and when she developed Asthma she nearly died. Doctors told her mother that it could have been a lot worse, but she was just glad Amy had survived once more. Amy didn't start school until she was 6, but it soon became apparent that she wasn't getting left behind, soon becoming one of the top students. Amy desperately wanted a pet, but her mother was afraid this would make her sick, and Amy soon stopped asking. She knew her mother worked hard, and tried to give her all she wanted, and she was grateful for that. Amy skipped three grades, so that by the time she was 15, she was in her second to last year of high school. When she turned sixteen, her mother finally gave her a dog. Her mother had hunted high and low, and had found a dog with matching eyes to her. Amy fell in love with him then and there. As she started her final year of school, Amy met a guy. The typical "tough guy", and like all 16 year old girls, she thought she was in love. He ended up beating her, and raping her, leaving her in the park, hurting and feeling so alone. It was only the thought of her mother, probably panicing over the lateness of the hour that had Amy gathering herself together, and getting home. Where she broke down, crying in her mothers arms. They went to the police, but as there was little evidence of the beating, and the rape could not be proven, not much was done. Amy ended up dropping out of school, unable to stand the rumors, the ridicule, unable to stand seeing his face every day. Her mother did her best at home school, but Amy was better off studying by herself. It was two months later when she found out she was pregnant. She broke down again, scared and lonely, and her mother encouraged her to do what she thought was best. Amy secluded herself from her mother, her dog whining at her door. It was hours before Amy came out again, and said she was keeping the baby. She finished off the school year at home, sat the exams at the school, once more braving the ridicule and bullying to gain her high school certificate. And then she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, named Jackson. She took a two year break, spending as much time as she could with her son, and essentially being the best parent she could. She got a part time job at a newspaper, editing the articles, and had soon saved enough money to go to a good college, and did so via the internet. She worked part-time, studied and raised her son, with her mothers help, so that by the time she was 18 and her son 2, she had a place of her own At any rumors, any nasty comments about "White trash" Or sexual slurs and innuendos, she merely smiled, and just continued on. Because of her diabetes and Asthma, she often appeared pale and sickly, and as if she could be easily broken. Her eyes drew some comments, but it was her sexual preference that, along with the fact she had been a teenage mum, drew shock and horror. Despite the fact that she had been going to church since she was a baby, she felt she wasn't welcome when it became evident she was pregnant, nor when her sexual preferences came out. Her argument was, and always has been, that while she was attracted to men, it just seemed they hurt her badly, and that women were more caring, and sympathetic to all that had happened to her. [b]Other:[/b] [i]Her son[/i] Small for his age, bright green eyes, shaggy blonde hair, freckles over his slightly heart-shaped, pudgy face. [color=6ecff6][i]i was going to include a picture of her son, but decided that googling "two year old boy" might not be the best thing.[/i][/color]