Age
15
Gender
Female
Dorm
102
Personality
Vega is an outgoing, friendly girl, who honestly wants to know everyone. She cares about your problems, your feelings, and you. Maybe a little too much. Sometimes, she forgets to stand up for herself, or to pay attention to her own needs. Creative and thoughtful, Vega gets absorbed in projects and then loses herself. Sheâs hyper-sensitive to the needs of her friends, and will notice if theyâre not eating properly, feeling ill, or seem upset. Then sheâll do her best to rectify that situation.
Vega is not an assertive person, and doesnât usually know what to do in a leader role, or if she has to take charge. She would much prefer to hang back and have someone else lead in, just chipping in with ideas or thoughts. She also hates asking questions or not knowing whatâs going on, because she feels like she should be on top of things and well-organized.
Likes
-Directions
-Being liked
-Being useful
-Making people happy
-Normality
-Collars
-Chains
-Overlarge shirts
-Basketball
Dislikes
-Music
-Frills
-Being hated
-Being useless
-Her other identities
-Frogs
Crush
Unknown
History
Vegaâs had a monstrously hard life. She was originally a triplet. When in utero, not only were two of her motherâs eggs simultaneously fertilized, but as sometimes happens, hers split. So, really, she was both an identical and fraternal twin. But as also sometimes happens, during the growth of the fetuses, Aisling was absorbed back into Vega, and, because he didnât get enough space to grow, Brone died in utero. As soon as Vega was viable, they had to birth her by Cesarean section, as she and her mother would have otherwise died of Broneâs festering body. Unfortunately, rather than Brone and Aislingâs souls passing on, they attached to the nearest living being. Vega.
Though Vegaâs mother loved her deeply, the stress of losing two out of three children, and living with her husband caused her to have several psychotic breaks, leaving her no longer able to competently care for a child. From Vegaâs birth, pretty much, she was verbally abused by her father, blamed for her tripletsâ death and her motherâs insanity. He yelled at Vega all the time, and by her third birthday sheâd created Vega to take the brunt of it for her, because she could no longer handle the pain of being hated, even if she didnât understand what was going on. She simply couldnât deal.
Around the time she was five, Vegaâs father began hitting the bottle more and more, and eventually, it degenerated into sexual abuse. He used her as a stress relief, and continued to blame her, both for his transgressions and for her own âfaultsâ in killing her sister and brother and making her mother crazy. Well⌠Vega couldnât handle it, especially with the escalating violence of the sexual abuse, and so she woke Aisling to deal with it. Unlike Vega, though, Aisling learned that she didnât want to cope. Her function is to protect Vega, and as a ninth birthday present to the both of them, she went into the police and told them what happened.
Well, Vega got yanked from her home and placed in foster care before she could blink. Though none of her families were bad, they soon realized that there was something⌠Not quite right, about their new little girl, whether it was crying when someone asked her questions, screaming at everyone, referring to herself by another name, referring to herself as a boy, or all of the above. Because of this, she became something of a child football, passed from home. To home. To home, with no one willing to really take responsibility for her.
Finally, Vega got given, by pure accident, to a caseworker with a twin personality he kept under control. And he knew what to do with her. Keeping Vega over the summer, come fall, he shipped his newly adopted 15-year-old off to MPD High School, where her DID could be appropriately handled.
Other
Her name means âfalling star from the dark valleyâ
Unwell â Matchbox 20
All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be