St. James, Serena

[Serena St. James]

OOC Information

Name:Torii
Age:Fifteen
Gender:Female
Contact Info:AIM-toriiBABEx [e-mail]
Experience:Around six years, and intermediate I guess. I'm not fantastic..

Character Information

Name:Serena Agnes St. James
Age:Eighteen
Gender:Female
Blood Type:A-
Birthday:January Nineteenth
Sexual Preferences:Straight

Appearance

Height:Five feet and three inches
Weight:Ninety three pounds
Hair Color:Dark umber
Hair Style:A relatively casual style, falling past her shoulders and framing her face in loose bangs.
Eye Color:An inky brown, only described as exceedingly unusual. In the right light, her peculiar eyes can be mistaken for black. Her eyes are dark due to her Italian blood line.
Complexion:Lightly tanned pretty much all year through, although she gains an impressive tan when summer comes around.
Body Type:Underweight. Hip bones protrude from her stream lined shape and her collar bone is prominent and very noticeable over the neck line of her shirts. She is extremely thin, able to shop for child's sizes and slip children's jewelery on her wrists.
Piercing:None
Tattoos:None
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Personality

Describe Yourself in Four Words:Lovely, hazy, quiet and ill.
Turn-ons:People lavishing attention on her, pale skinned males, general kindness.
Turn-offs:Smoke, egotistic men.
Bad Habits:She has a tendency to just stop listening when people are talking to her if what they say doesn't engage her fully. She will also more often than not arrange peoples dinner plate setting in a symmetrical, causing them annoyance.
Summary of Your Personality:A quite peculiar young woman, but still an asset to herself. If she had not the disorders she does, she would be a fine young lady, kind hearted with rather good morals on the basics. She is a total attention seeker, but it is unknown as to whether this is due to her mental state, as she has behaved like that since around the age of ten, when it is thought that her mental state started to deteriorate.

Asylum Information

Patient Number:00954
Occupation:Patient
Admitted By: Psychiatrist/Hospital staff
Mental Disorder(s):Münchausen Syndrome, Anorexia Nervose (due to her Münchhausen Syndrome) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Position: N/A
History:As a child, Serena was fine. A bright girl with a vast circle of friends and the behavior of any little girl her age. She was just like anyone else until the age of ten when the little girl consumed a small portion of diluted cleaning substance. She did not do this for attention, but the attention she did receive when her mother found her ill is thought to have triggered her Münchhausen syndrome.
For eight years now, she has been inflicting harm upon herself, whether it be cutting herself, starvation or consuming harmful substances, she does whatever she feels necessary to draw attention, and being ill gets attention easily. She has lately resorted to eating ridiculously small amounts and very infrequent intervals to reduce her weight drastically, causing her attention, but also giving her Anorexia Nervosa. Her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is only very mild, and she developed it while working in the institutes's cafeteria, stacking the food on shelves.

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Roleplaying Sample:
Was it really necessary to probe a hung over Ashleigh about the previous nights escapades? Tapping the end of the cigarette, she turned her body, sending ashes drifting down from the balconies dizzying heights. Lifting her hand, she maneuvered her wrist to place the stick on her lips, letting her eyes roam over the frail girl in front of her. Sickly white skin, hip bones protruding from her sweats, blonde hair extensions, tattered and hanging from a ponytail some where on the top of her head, and sunken eyes, awaiting Ashleigh's reply. Exhaling, she blew a cloud of smoke at the gaunt female, and turned again, looking out over the balcony. "You reek of shots" she stated, pointedly, not attempting to spare the girls feelings. Although, she couldn't fathom why pointing out something so obvious would phase her anyhow. She was, after all, the one who had downed twelve shots in order to win a bet. Taking another drag of the cancerous stick, she cast a bored glance back to Annette. "And you look like an anorexic hooker" she said, supplying her with a sickly, yet sympathetic smile.
Seeing the agitated look on her face, she sighed, stubbing out the cigarette with murderous force.
"He had the Presidential suite at The Carseers" she began with out introduction, her tone monotonous. "And we went back. And I downed some tequila. You can guess the end result babe" she finished, a shrug of her shoulders indicating nothing more as she selected a half drunk bottle of cheap wine from the table to her right. "What happened with that lanky blonde?" she retorted, lifting the container to her pout and taking a generous gulp. Swinging her arm to the side, the bottle collided with the railings, very nearly breaking. A venomous look was sent to no one in particular, triggered by the audacity of the noisy bottle. Returning her gaze back to Annette, she arched a brow, tipping her head in anticipation of her answer.
The boy had been some what passable looking, but only just. A day glow tan covered his overly tall frame, his dress sense had been far to eclectic for Ash's taste. Bermuda shorts and and a dark shirt didn't really do it for her, but Annette hadn't seemed to mind. Her own out fit the night before had, if it could be referred to as an outfit, rather scarce. A shimmering bikini style top and lurid, white denim hot pants. Her angular figure didn't set the combination off, and so she had ended up looking, as Ashleigh had said, like an anorexic hooker. Taking another sip, she placed the wine back down and awaited her companions answer.

[Itou Kyosuke]

Stamp of Approval.

Located in the West Wing due to anorexia nervosa.