{"You know my type; daddy's lil girl, that's what they say anyway."}
{"I know your type, boy you're dangerous."}
|Full Name|
Felicity Allison Damron
|Nickname|
Fee
|Gender|
Female
|Age|
Seventeen
|Ethnicity/Race|
Caucasian
|Sexual Orientation|
Bisexual (Closeted) Heterosexual (Publicly)
|Class Focal Points|
History and Maths
|Current Occupation|
Part time Assistant at the local natural history museum, she also volunteers at the local animal shelter
{"I'd be stupid to trust, but just one night couldn't be so wrong."}
Golden blonde
|Eye Color|
Blue
|Height|
5'6"
|Weight|
121 lb
|Tattoos|
Secretly, 'god is love' in script as a garter tattoo
|Piercings|
None
|Scars|
Very Few
|Description|
Of slight build an unimpressive stature, Fee carries with her an air of not necessarily power but certainly determination. She wears modest clothing and when she applies makeup it's rare and sparing. Her appearance has little to do with being attractive and more to do with what is comfortable and what Fee likes to see herself looking like. Still, when physical traits of hers are paid more attention, her confidence wavers and self consciousness does to a certain extent take over her demeanor.
{"I heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist."}
|Personality|
{Thoughtful, Quiet, Determined, Bookish, Deceitful}
Very difficult to get to know, Fee seems more than a little determined to wall herself off from people. She is, however, the type to think carefully and pay very close attention to not only those around her but her own self and emotions. Conscientious but quiet, she's often read as cold or distant toward those she has little business with but she truly does feel well toward most people and she has a huge amount of compassion for humans, animals, and concepts alike. Painfully passionate, she hides it all away behind a mask of determination and work ethic.
With major insecurities and fear of not being good enough, Fee is very hard on herself, and along with familial pressures from an extremely controlling parental set, she hems most of her feelings and interests in so she can pursue that which is socially acceptable for her. While not particularly religious, she feels a strong connection to Something on a spiritual level, which she sums up with her philosophy 'god is love'. She, however, is not vocal about this due to her upbringing and will rarely talk about how she feels. This creates inside her something of a deceitful paradox whereas she acts much more 'good' than she really is, a trait which often, when discovered by those she's in close relationships with, often makes those others very upset.
Fee habitually braids and unbraids her hair, which aids its natural curl but also tends to result in tiny bald patches when she gets stressed and braids or unbraids too quickly
She also chews pencils and has a bit more than an oral fixation, which likely played into her on again off again smoking habit
Finally, Fee absolutely loves to go around barefoot whenever given the opportunity
|Hobbies|
Historical research and museumhopping
Volunteer work
Knitting and sewing
Reading
▲Books
▲Chinese Food
▲Animals
▲Listening to people
▲Being Liked
▼Her Familial Situation
▼Reality TV
▼Spicy Food
▼Entitled People
▼Lying (although she still does it quite a bit)
{"I'll be shy til you drive me wild."}
|Skills and Talents|
- Very good at lying
- Great work ethic
- Intelligent
- Quick witted
- Rather attractive (even if she doesn't admit it)
- Determined
- Thoughtful
- Good Seamstress
- Not hugely charismatic
- Often comes off as cold or uncaring
- Doesn't have great social skills
- Stubborn
- Deceitful
- Often childish
- Easily distracted
- Holds a terrible grudge
|Secrets|
-loves tattoos and piercings-
-has more than a bit of a wild past-
-smokes (cigarettes, mostly)-
-drinks-
-hates school with a fiery passion-
|Fears/Phobias|
-Failure-
-Needles-
-Knives-
{"You make me want to lose control."}
|History|
|Place Of Origin|
Last Chance, Idaho
|Birth Date|
February 12th
|History|
Born to a priest and his wife, who rarely did any work and was more or less a stay at home mother to her and her elder brother, Felicity was born on the twelfth of February in a small town called Last Chance. Just outside of Island Park, the town offered little in the way of stimulation for a child besides bible thumping families, farmers (mostly potato farmers), and
|Relationship Status
Taken?
|Family Tree|
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{"You've got a way with those girls in the back, acting like they're too cool to dance."}
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
I know your type
Yeah daddy's lil' girl
Just take a bite
Let me shake up your world
Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you lose control
She was so shy
'Til I drove her wild
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
You were hanging in the corner
With your five best friends
You heard that I was trouble but you couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go
I know your type
Boy you're dangerous
Yeah you're that guy
I'd be stupid to trust
But just one night couldn't be so wrong
You make me want to lose control
She was so shy
'Til I drove her wild
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
I was hanging in the corner
With my five best friends
I heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Oh she got a way with them boys in the place
Treat 'em like they don't stand a chance
And he got a way with them girls in the back
Actin' like they too hot to dance
Yeah she got a way with them boys in the place
Treat 'em like they don't stand a chance
And he got a way with them girls in the back
Actin' like they too hot to dance
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Them good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
I was hanging in the corner
With my five best friends
I heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go