[i]"You tried, you failed. You tried, you failed. You tried. You failed. But the only true failure is if you stop trying."[/i]
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Doroteia Power [i]Dorothy[/i]
[b]|Female|16|3rd year|Homosexual|[/b]
π Cats
π A good book
π The cold
π Singing
π Rude people, they're the fun ones.
× Heat
× Spiders.
× Spicy food.
× Dogs.
× [sub]cox. terrible internet.[/sub]

[b]Neutral about match.[/b]




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[b]Personality:[/b]
Dorothy is a very feisty girl, coming up with insults on the spot more often than not, and almost never gets her feelings hurt. She usually talks a lot, but when giving reasons for whatever she does, she turns a bit mysterious, giving the reasons in riddles or songs, or other such things. Expecting the same thing from her is very foolish, as she can and most likely will mix it up every now and then.

The girl is very approachable, and around her friends, she acts like a child, because deep down she wants to be a child. It was better that way.

She dislikes quiet ones, as they're normally hard to start a talk with, and hard to get close to. She enjoys rude fucks, for the reason that they're some of the most fun people she's been around in a long time.

She's a little bossy, as she had to give orders to her younger brother, and is surprised when someone snaps back at her, but she does enjoy it.
[b]Background:[/b] 

[i]"Doroteia Power. What a proper name, don't you think? I was born in a rich family, where at first it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. My father was a very successful real estate agent, and my mother was the one who stayed at home, taking care of us. I had one brother, his name was Anthony, and he was younger than me. Back to the story, however.

As a child, I was raised with many things being done for me--washing clothes, preparing meals, picking out clothes, going to school, getting to be, etc, etc. 

I believe, when I was ten, shit began to go wrong. For one, my father died from a heart attack. He was the main source of income from the house, so then my mother has to get a job, giving me and my brother a nancy, which costed extra money. For two, many servants quit during that time, thinking that they wouldn't be paid. For three, I had to go to an entirely different school, thus losing friends. For the fourth, and final thing, we had to sell so many things because my mother didn't make as much money. No more fancy chefs, no more private jets, limousines, not even the car that we had before, and we lost so much more. Hell, even the nancy quit.

So, I had to step up as the mini-mother of the house, taking a cooking class, an art class, tennis club, National Junior Honor Society, and also becoming president of the Student Council. This wasn't too much, or too little, as it enhanced my social skills greatly, and got me to learn how to cook, made me some good friends, and other such things.

Then, one day, my mother made a decision-- a strange one, but I no longer judge-- the one to enroll me into this...school for matching. I don't know why, maybe it was because she thought I had too much on my hands, and got worried. Or maybe she knew I was a lesbian, somehow, and did this to make sure I found love.

Ah, well. 

I still prefer my childhood, much less work, but I'm enjoying my life as it is now."[/i]

[b]Extra:[/b] [i]"I had a crush on someone once. 

Yeah, fuck her. She's the bane of my existence, and I hope I never see her face again."[/i]

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