[@ibecameinsane] Done! Sheet isn't as aesthetic as i would like, but i'll work on that later lol.
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[sub][color=firebrick][i]“Why be the queen of the school when you can be the queen of the ring?”[/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Nicknames:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[list][*]Sol
[*]Shady
[*]Jameson[/list]

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[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[indent]18 | May 26, 2000[/indent]

[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[indent]Beautifully Bisexual[/indent]

[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[indent]Single, to always be available to flirt but not mingle[/indent]
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[color=1E90FF][b][u]Habits[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Can rap to every single Emimem song… Except for Rap God (which infuriates her to no end)
[*]Trains and works out to Eminem songs
[*]Has a sailor’s tongue (no doubt inherited from both parents)
[*]Is a major gym rat, as in spending 3+ hours a day there.
[*]Will unconsciously crack her knuckles (sometimes on purpose when people annoy her to) 
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[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[list][*]Hip-Hop, Rap & Reggae
[*]Emimem (Soleil’s pretty much obsessed with him, knows his every song and has attended every concert of his)
[*]Boxing and Kickboxing (it relieves her stress and prevents her from turning into the impulsive bitch her mother used to be back in the day)
[*]The gym (and working out in general)
[*]Cardio
[*]Pizza
[*]Sushi
[*]Her family
[*]Her black cat: Absynthe
[*]Beer pong
[*]Air hockey
[*]Black humor[/list]

[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[list][*]Country Music
[*]Her father’s addiction
[*]Hangovers
[*]Puns
[*]People who take things too seriously
[*]Cigarettes
[*]Drama
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[color=firebrick]| |[/color][color=1E90FF][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color][color=firebrick]| |[/color]
[list][*]Getting played
[*]Losing any of her family members (especially her dad)
[*]Permanent Injury[/list]
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[color=1E90FF][b][u]Biography:[/u][/b][/color]

[indent][color=firebrick][i]“The tale of how I came to be is not as tragic as my brother’s, but it’s got its fair share of sob story moments. My mom and my dad knew each other since they were fourteen. They met as freshman in the halls of this very school, and they hit it off instantly. Of course, being the over-sexed teens that they were, their interactions consisted of a few hookups a month instead of anything along the lines of a proper relationship. It was during one of these hookups that I was conceived. Mom and dad got a little too drunk for their own good during a Fourth of July party thrown by my grandparents, thus ended up in one of their legendary hookups. However, in the heat of the moment, darling Father forgot to wear a condom, thus resulting in my Mom finding out she was pregnant two months later.

Mom tells me that Dad didn’t really step up at first. It took him a few months to process the information, and it was only after Uncle Alexandros had a no-bullshit talk with him that Dad realized he needed to be there. And so he was. And he’s never stopped being there for me. I was born on May 26, 2016, and my father was the first person to hold me. My parents really tried to make things work. They moved in together when mom as seven months pregnant, and for the first three years of my life tried to raise me together, as a unified family. Unfortunately, my dad’s drinking started to be a problem again. He’d attempted a rehab stint back when he was seventeen, but it had been unsuccessful. By the time I was two, they were getting into daily arguments that ended with my father sleeping on the couch with a bottle beside him while my mother lied in the bed, crying silently and only wishing he would sober up for my sake. 

After much persuasion, my father tried rehab a second time. During his time there, him and mom had a serious talk and decided that their relationship was too toxic, that it would be best for all of us if they went their separate ways. I was three when they separated, 

A year and a half after mom and dad separated, my mother gave herself a chance with my second father. His name is Jason Singh, and he had been my mom’s best friend in high school. They’d lost contact after graduation when he went away for college and she had me, but had recently reconnected while he visited town.  Now that they were older and wiser, Jay confessed to my mother that he’d always loved her, and that he would love an opportunity to make the both of us happy. After much consideration, she accepted. Thirteen years and two more kids later, they are still together and going strong.

During Daddy’s third rehab attempt, I found out I had an older brother. His mother had recently passed away from lung cancer, and it was nearly on her deathbed that the woman confessed to my father that she’d birthed his son nine years prior. Dante didn’t really like me at first. He was jealous of the relationship I had with our father, and was upset that he’d been an active part of my life and not his. Of course, once he grew up and realized that Daddy couldn’t really be present in the life of a son he didn’t even know existed, his attitude towards me changed. We’re not close by any means, but we keep a civil relationship that borders on friendly sometimes. That’s good enough for me.

Right now, I live with my mom, my stepfather, my younger brother and sister, and stay with dad on the weekends. We live in a big and comfortable house, paid for by my step dad's work (yeah, my mom married [i]Doctor Jameson Singh[/i], Ph.D in Child Psychology) and my mother’s position as Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. I drive the Rover Sport that Daddy got me for my Sweet Sixteen a few months ago. I get along with my family members. My big brother doesn’t hate me. And I get to work out to my heart’s desire.

Well, what can I say? I can’t complain. My life is good."[/i][/color][/indent]
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