'To help others is to help yourself.'
Full Name:
Arin Joy Desmond
Nickname:
N:A
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Female
Brief Physical Discription:
Arin has always been described as having a perfect body. Her skin is blemish free, her hair never dull, and eyes that seem to hold the universe in them.
Personality:
Animal Lover | Delicate | Caring | Clingy
Her whole life Arin was treated as careful as one would with a glass doll. Her father feared she'd break like her mother did so many years ago. Due to this she believes she can't truly help in any physical way although she'd like to.
Arin's father loves her dearly yet the fear of seeing his daughter be hurt keeps him from spending time with her. He buries himself in his work leaving Arin alone. She doesn't mind it though. Animals, especially her pet cat, have become a big part of her life.
Now Arin prefers the company of animals to other humans but she'll never ever turn anyone down. When she was six her mother passed away in an accident no one would explain to her. Her father only said her mother was sad in this world and needed to leave. Arin never understood this until her tenth year alive when she realized why she found a rope hanging from the ceiling all those years ago.
From then on out Arin has made it her duty to make all people happy so no one will feel the need to leave like her mother did.
History:
Arin grew up as an only child in a large home. For the first six years of her life nothing ever went wrong. Every Sunday she and her parents would have a picnic then go down to the beach. Arin had everything a child could ask for and more.
Her sixth birthday changed that. Arin's mother became ill, or so she was told and couldn't come to the picnics anymore. Her father came jittery without his wife with him and soon enough the Sunday adventure stopped all together.
A few months passed and Arin saw none of her mother and very little of her father. She spent most days outside with her kitten.
Finally the day came when her dad opened her door with a solemn look on his face. He took a few minutes to explain that something had happened and her mother was gone. Arin didn't cry. Not then at least because she didn't understand. Why was her mother gone?
Fast forward four years and Arin began to figure out the truth. She had snuck into her mother's room after learning of the incident at age six and found a rope hanging from the ceiling. Visiting her mother's grave she finally put the pieces together. Her mother killed herself.
Now Arin has devoted herself to making sure no one around her is sad. While it makes her father uncomfortable Arin visits the people around her regularly and never turns down someone wanting to talk.
