Name: Samantha Frost
Age: 19
Appearance: Samantha has a small, boyish figure, standing at 5'2". She has sky-blue eyes framed with dark lashes, dark eyebrows, and a small nose and mouth. Her hair is coal-black, hanging in loose waves to her shoulders, and her skin, which resists tanning, is pale with yellow undertones. She tends to wear black jeans and band teeshirts with converse, but is not opposed to wearing a dress from time to time. She has piercings in her left nostril, right eyebrow and belly button.
Occupation: Waitress, part-time freelance artist.
Personality: Samantha is bubbly and a little "zany". She loves to meet new people and talk to strangers, and has a passion for music. She can be a little emotional sometimes, over-identifying with characters in books, overreacting in negative situations, and, being the hopeless-romantic type, she tends to get lost in her daydreams. 

Bio: Samantha's family moved to San Diego from England when she was five. Her father had had an affair and her parents had hoped that the relocation would save their marriage. It was Samantha who'd told her mother in secrecy about the "scary, pretty fairy" who often came to visit when she was away, and at first, her mother thought the visitor was just a making of the child's imagination. Samantha didn't understand the arguments that came shortly after that, but within months they had relocated to California. That was Samantha's first experience with the Sight.

Samantha settled well into school in America, made lots of new friends, and loved to play "fairies" with her schoolmates. When she was seven, she had a second experience with a Shade that put an end to her fantasies about "good fairies". It had been a hot California day when Samantha had been biking around the suburbs with her friends. The others had stopped at an ice-cream van and were eagerly queueing with handfuls of pocket money. Samantha had been distracted, however, by a young, handsome man with blazing copper hair and ruby-red wings, standing at the foot of a long driveway. She did a double take and found that her eyes had not deceived her, as he urged her closer. Gingerly, she dismounted her bike and walked closer to the man, at the feet of which she then noticed a box. She heard the yowling of kittens and moved forward to take a look. Half a dozen blind, mewling kittens squirmed in the box, climbing up the sides and over one another. The man with the wings looked at her with piercing red eyes, and asked her, 
"Do you believe in magic?" Samantha did not reply, only eyeing him suspiciously. The man raised a hand. He clicked his fingers, and, as though he held a lighter there, a tiny flame appeared. It grew larger in his palm. He lowered his hand, down, towards the box, and it took light. The kittens screamed. Samantha screamed. She dropped her bike with a crash and ran, tears streaming, the screaming and the man's laughter ringing in her ears. 

Depite prying questions from her friends, Samantha never told anyone what happened. Even at her age, she knew nobody would believe she saw a man with wings pulled fire out of thin air. She grew up, pretending to ignore those strange winged people she sometimes saw, never mentioning anything for fear of being labelled a liar or insane, and always trying to avoid their notice. In high school she became an avid fan of fantasy books and novels, looking for any sign that the things she had seen and experienced were not simply delusions, but to no avail. Eventually she began to grow out of her obsession, and found her passion for the arts. She sang in a band, she painted portraits, and she hid her sketchbooks full of drawings of fairies...

Her little sister Katherine was born when Samantha was fourteen. When she was sixteen, she fell in love with a boy named Eric, but the affair only lasted a few months before he got bored and moved on without her. She had a few boyfriends after that, but she never really felt much for them. They were mostly diversions. She left high school at seventeen and decided to defer her college application, but never ended up going, instead taking a job waitressing full time at a local café whilst persuing her art in her spare time. Over the next two years she developed her skill to a point where she could work part time at the café and paint commissions part time, joined a punk-rock cover band, and learned to drive. Life wasn't quiet, but there was no "big break", and Samantha feels dissatisfied knowing there must be more to life as a young woman in a big city. She is thinking of moving out of the family home into her own apartment soon.

Sighted?: Yes. Please don't make me write all that again ;_;
Other: Let me know if there's anything you need me to change. Hope this is good enough for you people

EDIT: words