Name: Sally Cameron Rosswood

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Disorders: Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, CIP (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain)

Position: Student, Junior.

Appearance: Sally has a very emo, or maybe even grunge, appearance, despite her absolute disgust with the terms. Her naturally white blonde hair is kept short, mostly because she doesn't care to do anything with it. It constantly falls into her dark eyes, hiding them from view. She's roughly 5'6" and the last time she checked, she weighed 113 lbs.  She tends to wear light, no frills clothing, in colors like tan, white, and pink. The effect actually makes her stand out more due to her pale complexion. Her lips are constantly scrapped and chapped from her biting them and from her flicking her lip piercing.

Personality: Because she suffers so severely from her Borderline, Sally's personality fluctuates like a water facet. Some days, when she's having a good day, she's upbeat and cheerful and playful. She pretty much act like a fifteen year old from a cheesy anime. She will help anyone, she'll write all day, drink all night, and giggle at everything. She's particularly loving and affectionate, trying to lift everyone's moods. 

On a bad day, she typically resemble an ad for lithium. She doesn't want to do anything, she drifts off into space and she sleeps for days at time. She get paranoid on these days, and also she often turns into a bit of a bitch. She tends to get severely depressed, and its on these days that she becomes the most reckless, all concern for safety gone.

Despite the kind of day, she cares intensely about people. Always present is her underlying concern for others before herself, her use of sarcasm as a defense, and her ever present gentleness.

Interests: Sally has major interests in classical art, loud music, and dangerous activities  She enjoys coffee, dark chocolate, and energy drinks, mostly because they make her adrenaline highs that much better. She likes sunsets, and getting wildly drunk/high at crazy parties. Got something potentially self destructive? Sally would be interested. She is interested in mechanical things, liking to work with her hands more often than not.

Dislikes: She has an intense dislike of being stared at, and hates being touched without permission, or unless drunk. She has never been good at German, in fact sucking so bad that it's rather a bit of a miracle that she is in German IV. She despises athletics and the whole world surrounding them. Medication is her enemy, and she does whatever she can to avoid taking them. Preppy girls and guys, like the kinds that form the school's various clicks, annoy her to no end. The way they speak... The way they look... It's enough to drive her crazy. She avoids several things, including mushrooms, raisins, homework, and her parents.

Hobbies: Motorcycles, painting, and writing are some of Sally's main hobbies. She got into motorcycles because it gave her the kind of reckless adrenaline high she loves, and the painting helps clear the half formed thoughts and racing ideas. Writing has become a good way to expelled the sudden flashes of depression she suffers.

Strengths: Sally has a strong sense of intuition, and she can usually sense when something really bad is about to happen. This has helped keep her out of things that have evolved to shootings, drug busts, and police raids. She is exceptionally organized, and can find anything on a moment's notice. Her system tends to go by color, though sometimes she is left with no choice but to use an alphabetic system.

Weaknesses: Even though she does not consider it so, her CIP is a major weakness. Because she cannot feel pain, she has no idea when to stop. She has frequently gotten cut and nearly bled out because of this. She doesn't know when her bones are broken, when anything is sprained, and so she tends to make the injury worse by continual use of the limb, until it becomes swollen and purple, and the damage becomes visually noticeable.

History: Sally was born the daughter of a senator and an established art curator. Both parents were overjoyed at her arrival in their lives, and for many years, everything was good. She was a normal child with a sweet disposition, always concerned more for others than herself. She was a musical talent when given a violin, and her parents were beyond proud to have her. She fulfilled every desire that they had ever dreamed of, and quite a few they didn't. In elementary school, she proved to be a genius as well as gifted. She was always standing out in class, helping the other students understand their work, and she was well loved on the playground. Teachers and class mates alike loved her. She was playful and happy, the best she could be.

Entering middle school, teachers had heard stories of the prodigy Sally. She had high expectations to fill, and she did so wonderfully. She soared through her classes with an ease few possessed in adolescence. She was far above what anyone had heard of her. It was in middle school that she discovered she couldn't feel pain. With her childhood being the way it was, she never had a chance to be injured. She was protected and sheltered, and her parents took extra care in raising her. During a class hike, Sally slide down a ledge, breaking her right arm. Despite being able to physically see the damage caused by her fall, Sally was more fascinated than anything else. While everyone was busy trying to rush her down the mountain and get her to the hospital, Sally was busy internally freaking out. Her broken arm was her her sawing arm, her music arm. How would she be able to play!?

But a different thought intruded then, and from that moment on, Sally was a different person. How am I supposed to live? After having her arm taken care of, Sally's parents rushed into her room to check on her. At first, she seemed alright to them, smiling and assuring them she was okay. But the moment her mother reached to touch her, Sally changed abruptly, slapping her hand away with an irritated huff. Her parents were shocked, and rather upset, with Sally's abrupt change. The doctor interrupted before the conflict could ensue, but as he began his checkup, he began to notice that the girl was in no pain. Concerned, he began to ask her what hurt, what didn't. In response, Sally had shrugged and answered, "Nothing really hurts, Doc. I feel fine."

The doctor came to a quick conclusion; Sally had CIP, a rare disorder that caused the brain to become insensitive to signals of pain from her nerves. After a few more questions, the doctor had growing concerns. The girl that had come into the hospital had been sweet; the young teen before him was bouncing between rude and simply indifferent. He pulled her parents aside and explained that he'd like to have Sally speak to a psychiatrist. On occasion, patients who had discovered an previously unknown disorder from a completely unrelated trip to the hospital became unable to cope with the disorder. Her parents agreed immediately.

A few weeks passed, and Sally's moods began to become increasingly erratic. She would be happy and cheerful one moment and a snarky bitch the next. She would burst into tears at the littlest things and she became withdrawn. Finally, the results came back from the psychiatrist. Sally had developed an extreme case of Borderline Personality Disorder. The Psychiatrist theorized that it had began manifesting due to Sally's shock at her lack of pain. Then he gave her parents the worst of the news: she showed signs of possible self hatred, which could lead to self harm. In addition to her other disorder, this could be an even more deadly mix than he had ever come across. He recommended an immediate prescription for Sally, saying that she needed to kept under close watch.

Over the next few years, Sally became increasingly difficult for her parents. She refused to hear her name, insisting she be addressed by her middle name alone. Her impulse control failed and she began sneaking out to get high with her new friends, a crowd of alcoholics and druggies. Her parents were feeling a strain on their marriage due to their daughters wildness, and they began to fight and blame one another for their daughter's disorders. They began to fight so often, that they forgot to pay attention to Cameron. Which was when she began motocross racing. She was awful at it, wrecking constantly, and by the time her parents caught on, she'd broken her arm twice. By her junior year, she was intentionally hurting herself, doing stupid things for the rush, and her parents had had enough. In trouble with the school for ditching, in trouble with the city for vandalizing, Cameron was ordered into the therapy program after classes.


Class Schedule:
1. Calculus
2. Civics
3. German IV
4. Lunch
5. Honors English
6. Creative Writing
7. Choir

Medications: She is supposed to be taking Depakote, but she usually throws the pills away.

Optional Theme Song: (Because I'm a dork)