[hider=Sarah Finnigan][center][h3][color=7bcdc8][i]𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 ℱ𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷[/i][/color][/h3]
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[color=7bcdc8]5'6"[/color] | [color=7bcdc8]115lbs[/color] [/center]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Name:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]𝓢𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒽 ℱ𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Age:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]ℱ𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Grade:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]ℱ𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (4ᵀᴴ)[/i][/indent]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Nationality:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 - A small country bordering the Empire of Germania. Not known for much other than it's famous wine and lush farming lands.
 Vast majority of its people are low income leaving a wide wage gap between the inhabitants; virtually no middle class.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Theme:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 - Her voice and tone are very distinctive; almost melodic. Her speaking voice flows very elegantly as if she spends several hours a night practicing how to speak in such a way. Beyond that Sarah's singing voice is remarkable. She is often found humming beautiful melodies under her breath; especially while she is absent mindedly studying.[/i][/indent]
[hr][b][color=7bcdc8]Bio:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]𝓢arah grew up in the small country of 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒶 on a small farm owned by her father. It was only her dad and herself; except the several animals of course. Her family was one of the many family living on near scraps. They made just enough to sustain themselves and not much more found its way into their pockets. Sarah didn't mind it too much, she had her animals and her singing; it gave her plenty of time to learn the few instruments she could get her hands on, not to mention minor tinkering to get junked mechanical keyboards operational once more.

Though she never felt bad for her father, he wouldn't like that, she always wanted to give him an easier life. This brought her an immense desire to give her all in everything she did. Not using short cuts or half-efforts; simple God honest effort. She applied to get a scholarship with Saint Hirst Academy. Through her hard work and maybe a bit of kind favor from the God's above she received the last offering. She was overcome with joy. Her hard work paid off and she would have the opportunity to come back to her father and take him away from that life. Give his life comfort her hadn't experienced yet in his long life.[/i][/indent]

[b][color=7bcdc8]Sample Post:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]A sudden and loud snore broken Sarah's slumber; jolting up upright in her desk chair she had past out in the night prior. She blinked quickly to force away the blur of sleep and look around frantically for anyone who may have heard her snore. Seeing she was alone she relaxed in her chair, giving a big yawn and shake of the head. She rubbed her tired eyes before staring down at the mess of notes on her desk. Absent mindedly she adjusted them into a neat pile. With a sigh she finally submitted to the terrible fate of getting up and getting her day started. With a shove off the arms of her chair held held herself upright after a wobble.

She scuffed her feet into the bathroom and gave her face a splash of cold water. After a little mental pep talk she grabbed her make up and gave a little concealer under the eyes to hide the faint dark circles that had begun to form from sleepless nights. Happy with the results she began to fix her hair with a brush before immediately messing it up again with her fingers to give it style. Giving another quick look over she left her dorm room, grabbing her book bag on the way out; putting on her sweet smile as she past the door. A few people called out to her. She turned to them and gave them a simple wave and smile. 

Down the hall she went to class, mentally running through the notes she read over the night before. Giving her seemingly effortless facade of happiness and cheer.[/i][/indent]
[hr][b][color=7bcdc8]Extras:[/color][/b] 
[indent][i]She has a nervous tick. She often taps, hums, or bites her lip.[/i][/indent][/hider]