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[Zoey Ross-]

N A M E '

Zoey Ross

A G E '

Twenty One

G E N D E R '

Female

S H I F T I N G '

When shifting, she isn't too fond of changing shape every so often, even if it's just to escape from potential danger. Because she is shy and afraid of shifting, she will do it when no one is around. Her body will sprout and her clothes will seem to deteriorate into her skin or fur as she shifts. When her form is complete, she takes on the shape of a young female Siberian Husky. The fur is an elegant creme color and her eyes are the brightest brown that you would ever see on a dog's face.

P E R S O N A '

>> Calm; Although she may look the part of a young, typical girl, she is very calm and can take most anything that doesn't relate to her. When a person blows up in sheer rage, she will remain calm and try to comfort the person who had the outburst.

>> Gentle; She has the heart of gold, she loves everything, even the nasty people who treat one another like they're out to kill them. When an animal is in distress, she will answer it's call in a heartbeat.

>> Deep; She loves to have connections with people, they make her feel human. She knows that the more people she can befriend, the more allies she'll be able to have.

S K I N . D E E P '

With the skin of a baby, she is often mistaken for her age. She is rather on the short side, but her many different styles of clothes reflect who she really is on the inside. She wears casual clothes to stick out with an array of different colors, all depending on the mood she's in. She also is creative for the many hairstyles she puts her hair up in.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

That's all it took to make it happen. I smiled at my mother as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I said to her, causing her to smile at me and hold out her arms. She babbled at me for the first few minutes before she dragged me into a tight hug. She told me that this was the second best gift that I had given her, the best one was the one I made for her when I was three (it consisted of messy paint, glitter, and a huge mess). You're welcome, Mama.

And that was the last thing I ever said to her before she fell extremely ill and was suffering from Alzheimer's. It was a horrible sight for me, I couldn't take it. She laid there, so limp and weak, staring at the opposite wall with empty eyes. I wanted so desperately to reach in those eyes and pull her soul through. But now, here I was all alone, standing here with nothing but a suitcase, my favorite outfit, and my best friend. My best friend being a stuffed husky plush that I have held onto since I was two. I could never bear the thought of leaving this treasure behind with my mother, where it would be collecting dust. No, I took it with me so it would help me push myself through the worst of the times that I will face here in this small town. Or if it was small. I took in a deep breath, set my best foot forward, and started my way down the road toward where new life would be waiting for me.