Post by Shelby on Jun 3, 2013 22:04:30 GMT -5
Name: Cristina Leo Wilson
Age: 17
Class: Junior
Likes: Things to be symmetrical and orderly, animals (as long as they look right), her family, singing, music, and typing.
Dislikes: Her OCD, the constant anxiety she is put through, people laughing at her, things to not be symmetrical and orderly, writing, her original name, and the fact that she sees herself as being so different.
Friends: Open
Enemies: Open
Crush: Open
Appearance: Cristina is an average looking girl with dark brown hair that is always either wavy or straight. Surprisingly, she keeps a bang going to the right, though it doesn’t affect her OCD. Her hair reaches to about the middle of her back, give or take a few inches. Her cheekbones aren’t that high on her face, though her jaw line is pretty sharp in a way. Her lips are a natural pink color, and her nose is a bit pointed at the end. No blemishes or freckles adorn this girl’s face in the least bit. Her eyes are blue.
She stands five feet, five inches from the ground and weighs around 119 pounds. She is a little on the pale side as well, but she isn’t a ghostly white color.
She doesn’t necessarily have a certain style when it comes to clothing. As long as it matches, and has no lines or buttons on it, she’ll be fine and will wear just about anything. Then again, she does have a tendency to choose plainer clothes since she’s so paranoid about getting two different colors together with something.
Personality: With her having always been a little bit of the shy type, it takes a little bit to get Cristina out of her shell in a lot cases. While she is shy though, she tries her best to get out there in the world, somewhat, and experience some things just so that she won’t seem like some type of freak or weirdo. At least she tries, not that it works usually.
She’s the kind of girl that will keep things to herself, never revealing much about herself even to her close friends. It’s just… Nerve racking, almost, to let people know so much about her, so she keeps a lot within herself. But, be that as it may, she is very trustworthy when it comes to keeping other people’s secrets since she won’t tell them to anyone else. She wouldn’t want to hurt the other person in anyway, or get them to not trust her. She’s just paranoid that the people she loses trust with will talk about her behind her back. Which, in a way, makes her even more tense and uncomfortable in situations like that.
Since she suffers from OCD of symmetry and order, Cristina is a bit tense most of the time, always looking around to make sure that things are in order. Even if the slightest things are off balance, say something is out of place by a few centimeters, Cristina will make it her job to fix it, right then and there. She just can’t help it, and in serious cases when things are not able to be changed to the way she likes it, she’ll usually have an anxiety attack, which she worries about constantly. People have to be in the right order, desk and chairs have to be aligned right, pictures have to be perfectly mounted on the wall, and there can never be too many colors that just mesh together. It just doesn’t look right in her mind. Her handwriting will even spur on a panic attack if she can’t get it just right, which is why she usually goes for typing something rather than handwriting it.
She is soft spoken and doesn’t like to get on people’s bad side. She’ll try to please anyone if necessary, though that can be a bit hard for her. All in all, she’s a pretty good girl, despite her many quirks.
History: Born on April 1, in Seattle, Washington, Cristina was originally named Christy, but it was later changed at the age of seven. She had a regular family, a mother and a father that took care of her as best as they could, trying to have a normal life style. It worked for a while anyway, and for a while there Cristina couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t happy with her parents. She would take trips with them, have family night with them on the weekends. It was perfect, in her eyes, during that time, and it was as if nothing could have changed that. Nothing could break their perfect little circle, or so they thought. Things started to change, though, when she turned seven and had her first panic attack.
Of course her parents thought it was nothing. They just thought I was something that happened that one time. But when the attacks started to come more frequently, especially after Cristina would promptly see something that would, in other words, freak her out, that was when they became concerned. So they took her to the doctor, and after saying that she probably just suffered from severe anxiety attacks or just have an anxiety disorder all together, her parents took more precaution.
Things didn’t stop there though, and honestly Cristina isn’t really sure when her OCD started. All she knew was that one day she could stand to have things out of order, and the next she couldn’t. It would make her panic and freak out, breaking her out in cold sweats whenever something was out of order. This was when she was seven, and of course she didn’t know what was wrong with her. She just knew that something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what. And eventually the condition grew worse and worse, tearing the family apart really. Her parents argued constantly after having taken Cristina to the doctor so many times, only to be told the same thing; they can’t do anything about this. This is just who she is.
When it got to a point where she couldn’t even write her name anymore because of the amount of letters in it, they took her to get it changed into something similar to Christy, which is how Cristina came to be. Still though she doesn’t like to write period, so her parents bought her a computer at the age of nine, and it didn’t take her long to learn how to type much better than someone her age should.
They put her through counseling, trying to get her to stop this obsession with things being in order. Nothing worked. Continually she would go into closets and arrange the clothes into a certain order, putting them together by their colors. She started throwing away all the buttoned down shirts that they owned in the house, her reasoning being that it wasn’t symmetrical because of the fact that buttons were on one side, but not on the other. Stripes didn’t bother her so much, but still she just didn’t like them. They confused her more than she wanted to be.
It even went as far as school went. She would get the students to stand or sit in order of their height, always being smallest to tallest, whitest to darkest and vice versa. The desk had to be in rows, perfectly aligned, and there had to be the same amount in every row. Chairs had to be the same colors on every desk; the desk had to be the exact same color. She also went so far as to take pictures off the walls and copy them and put them back on the wall, pictures and what not on both sides. She also went so far as to take everything off the walls that weren’t the same. Sometimes though, she couldn’t do anything about the problems and would start having her attacks. All of those actions led to many student teacher and parents talks, and sometimes if even got her suspended for disrupting class and being a nuisance. The kids would laugh at her in school, point fingers at her as they called her a freak because of her condition. She just didn’t understand why they laughed, and why she was like this.
Tension grew in the household, and when Cristina was fifteen years old, her parents divorced each other. The stress was too much, and though her father got part time custody of her, she stayed with her mother. Still she loved her two parents both the same, and yes it saddened her to see them separated, especially to know that it was her fault.
Eventually she had gotten herself into a depression, her OCD still taking ahold of her, though she tried to fight against it constantly. But every time she would lose the fight, and eventually it just got harder and harder for her to continue to fight against it. She learned to live with it though, and with that kind of thinking it brought her out of her depression ever so slowly. Eventually she was brought back to the thing she loved most in this world; singing. Always would she do that when she was younger with her family, yet during the tense years of her younger days she had forgotten about it.
It took her a while to get back into the rhythm of it, but eventually she would start singing to her mother again, and she actually started smiling a little too. That went on for about two years until her mother and father (who had actually stayed in touch and became pretty good friends) told her about this school, Metric of the Arts. The idea excited her a little, though it terrified her as well. What would it be like if she moved to a different scenery. That scared her the most, but her parents convinced her that it would probably be for the best. Maybe she wouldn’t have so many anxiety attacks. She listened to them though, despite how scared she was. Nevertheless, after auditioning for them, and after having made it in, her parents said that they would work together someone to pay for her tuition. And that was how she ended up there, for her first year.
Other: Other than her OCD of symmetry and order, Cristina suffers from anxiety attacks. Not sever, but the attacks do happen often as they are brought about mostly when her OCD takes ahold of her. When she’s fixing something to her liking, she’ll usually mumble to herself, muttering incoherent things that sometimes even she doesn’t understand. She stays in constant fear of going back into the darkness of her depression, though she hides it. She tries her best to stay positive so that it doesn’t happen again.