Full Name: Fiona Catherine Akkerman

Nicknames: Fee | By everyone | Always | Loves

Age: Eighteen

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual | Biromantic

Occupation: Works part-time at 'Cosmic', a small shop popular among the rowdier youths, selling everything from incense sticks to party pills.

Religion: Agnostic

Heritage: Dutch

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Birth Day: 10th June

Birth Sign: Gemini

Home Town:

Languages: English. Just English.

School Year: 12

Character Role:

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Insecure || Artistic || Melancholy || Empathetic || Altruistic

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"I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea."

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Family Members:
Karen Akkerman | Adoptive Mother | 45 | Alive
Dominic Akkerman | Adoptive Father | 47 | Alive
Gaston | Dog | 8 | Alive
???| Birth Mother | ??? | ???
???| Birth Father | ??? | ???

Academic Career:
"Urgh, can we skip this one, please?"
Fee has never been intelligent. Sure, she has common sense, but when it comes to essays, sums, and calculations, the words seem to jumble and the numbers scatter. She hates that D's are commonplace on the report cards sent home, and she loathes that what she used to brush off an insignificant may now effect her entire future.

Future Plans:
"Everyone's got a dream, right?"
Fee's dream is a simple one. She doesn't want fame, or fortune. She isn't determined to get married, or become one of the elite. She'd be perfectly happy settling down in a nice, Manhattan apartment, selling her art. In fact, she'd love to do that.

Personality:
Fee is... complicated. She is genuine in that she doesn't manipulate others in order to create a situation with herself on top, nor cheat and lie to become better off. However, she is never completely honest, as, despite rarely being without her sunny demeanor, and constantly carrying an air of lightness and positivism, she carries a great number of personal griefs and woes, her melancholia and insecurities constantly under wraps, hidden behind a warm smile. She doubts herself in many cases, and on her lowest days, finds herself unintentionally searching her being for other reasons to dislike herself. Her academia is always an easy one, and, until recently her weight was something she chided herself on, and this worry morphed into a mental illness still in the progress of being cured.

This all being said, Fee is a valuable friend. Her tendency to put others first often results in her neglecting her own well being, and no matter the circumstances, she will always be there for a friend if they ask for it. She will pull all-nighters on the phone, forcing away her drowsiness until the early hours of the morning to listen to you vent your sorrows. She will arrive at your door, armed with junk food, movies, and sound advice, when you are bedridden by whatever dramas ail you. She is an excellent listener, and finds happiness in helping others, and giving advice and words of comfort where she can. In fact, perhaps this is another reason that she brushes her own pains off so often; she is too busy making sure that everyone else is alright.

She is not lacking in common sense, and, despite her stuggles on the academic side of things, is no fool. However, she can be quite idealistic and naive, as well as overly trusting. Before she gets to know someone, she always assumes the best of them, preferring to see them in a nice light, rather than instinctively viewing them under scrutiny and suspicion. Whilst some may argue that this is the better way to socialize and experience new things, it also means that she is easy to hurt and manipulate, especially when the ones she is truly close to (In this case, FC: Hayden Panetierre) are the ones pulling the strings.

The picture painted of her so far may seem rather bleak, but that is not at all the case. One would never guess from her gothic fashion, but Fee is easily one of the cheeriest and compassionate of her friends. Although, yes, she has problems, Fee is an optimist at heart. She looks on the bright side of life, and is always prepared to dole out her sunny-side-up philosophy to whomever she thinks could do with it. She adores to laugh, and can easily fire out doses of wit and good humour when she so desires. She is the sort that is so fiercely joyous that her cheer tends to rub off on other people, lighting up their days and helping them to smile a little, even when life is screwing them over. She is a lover, not a fighter, and when it comes to confrontation, is more prone to bowing down or stepping aside rather than fighting back. Perhaps this is why she is so easy to torment.


Fears:
Failure | What with her difficulty when it comes to academics, Fee knows this fear all too well, but what she fears most of all is that failure will come to shape her life, and basically, screw her over.
Abandonment | Fee is trusting, perhaps even too trusting, but when she makes a bond with someone, she treats that bond with precious care. Being left behind, or having that bond shattered... it horrifies her. She doesn't want to be alone.

Quirks:
Fee gets nervous when put into deep water, or when she becomes the center of attention. She isn't used to the limelight, and thus, when in such a situation, she becomes even more of a klutz that usual, and her typical, calmness turns to awkward babble. She bites her lip when excited or anticipating, and hums to herself when feeling particularly cheery. When lost in thought, she tends to trace the gemini constellation tattoo on her left wrist, bridging the gaps between the stars with invisible lines.

Hobbies:
Easily Fee's favourite hobby is her art, as well as her most notable talent. She could spend hours at an easel, and does exactly that when feeling particularly pensive. She also loves to listen to rock music, particularly the likes of Aerosmith, The Rolling Stones, Bon Jovi, and Led Zeppelin, and one shouldn't be too surprised to find her dancing around the house to said music, with questionable ability, but undoubted passion.

Passions:
Art is easily what one would call Fee's 'gift'. She finds serenity in the feel of paintbrush against canvas, relaxation in pencil against paper. Even the doodles that line her workbooks' margins are of such an impressive caliber that no one would dare doubt her talent. Art is her escape, and through it, she is able to forget her worries, pains, and problems. Her emotions, otherwise hidden, are leaked onto previously blank surfaces with delicate finesse and beautiful design.

Habits:
Fee has a nasty habit of keeping her personal feelings to herself, keeping things bottled up and focusing entirely on the problems of other people. Whilst this is in some ways a good thing, displaying a likable selflessness, it also means that she neglects her personal emotions far too often. She is also prone to making a toy out of whatever she has with her, clicking her pen or drumming her fingers on any surface, be it her leg or her desk. Her textbooks are ridden with doodles and some of the tables at which she has sat, trying in vain to sponge information from her lecturers are dappled with little sketches. Prettier than the typical, juvenile drawings of genitalia that are so common on teenage property, but still technically vandalism.

Guilty Pleasures:
Fee has a huge sweetheart, and chocolate is a fast route to her heart. She also really loves bread, with further spurred her fear of gaining weight, although now that she'd getting better, she eats it without the unpleasantness of throwing it up afterwards. She also likes to listen in to the conversations and discussions of random strangers when the opportunity arises, mentally giving her opinion. Yes, she knows it's weird, and totally none of her business, but it's a habit. And kinda fun. She also likes 'girl time', complete with rom-coms and gossip magazines, on occasion, although she often ends up expressing more sympathy towards the plights of celebrities than they necessarily deserve.

Likes:
♡ Chocolate ♡ Honesty ♡ Long showers ♡ Horror movies ♡ Loyalty ♡ Rock music ♡ Art ♡ Rainy weather ♡ Poetry ♡ Laughing ♡ Skinship ♡ Sherbet ♡ 80's fashion and grunge ♡ Wit ♡ Roadtrips ♡ Deep quotes ♡ Romantic stories ♡ Black nail varnish ♡ Tattoos ♡ Dancing ♡ The smell of vanilla ♡ Petrichor ♡ Smiling ♡ Movie marathons ♡ Travelling ♡ Tumblr ♡

Dislikes:
✘ Cliffhangers ✘ Bullies ✘ Summer ✘ Prejudice ✘ Sad movies ✘ Pastel colours ✘ The limelight ✘ Heights ✘ Coflict ✘ Physics and mathematics ✘ Being teased ✘ Coffee ✘ Cooking ✘ Facebook ✘ Being bored ✘ Hypocrites ✘ Beer ✘ Sexism ✘ Crude humor ✘ Mice and rats ✘ Racism ✘

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Persevering || Hopeful || Kind || Genuine || Passive

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Face Claim : Taylor Momsen
Height: 5'6"
Weight / Build :
Hair Colour: Pale -almost platinum- blonde
Eye Colour: Ice blue
Other: Fee is quite a striking individual in that her sense of style is certainly unique. If one were to hear about her from others, there's no doubt that expectations would create an image more similar to a girl guide, all bright smiles and twin plaits. One would certainly not expect to see with ebony-clad creature, near-white hair and eyes encircled with kohl. She tends to wear very dark colours, and dark make up around her eyes. She has three tattoos at the moment, a keyhole just above her left breast, the Gemini constellation on her right shoulder blade, and rose studded vines that spread across the underside of her left wrist.

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Optimistic || Mellow || Protective || Affectionate || Diplomatic

[ You Can't Always Get What You Want || The Rolling Stones ]

"She didn't need a single finger to count the people she trusted. She knew not every angel showed its wings, nor every devil its horns, as she was a little of both."

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History:
As far as Fee knows, she was born on the 10th of June 1997, to Karen and Dominic Akkerman. The pair met through work, when Karen, a real estate agent, attempted to convince Dominic to buy the single bedroom apartment. Just as Karen was introducing Dominic to the final room of the house, she opened one of the cupboards to example the 'vast storage space' of the little commode.

And they discovered a pair of teens, shacking it up.

Naturally, the pair were a little scarred, but after the teenagers has gone running, and Karen had frantically called to get the place sterilised ASAP, Dominic found humour in the situation, and Karen followed suit.

Their first date was a simple cup of coffee at the local cafe, where they found the two teens once more. The latter pair left. Quickly. Karen and Dom hit it off, and proceeded to date for three years before tying the knot. As far as Fee is aware, that's the end of the story. She was born, and the three of them lived together, happily (sort of) to this day.

There's no reason to believe that she'd adopted. But she is.

In reality, Fee's parents were both seventeen when Fee's mother got pregnant. Boyfriend and girlfriend, a cheerleader and a footballer not nearly mature enough, nor ready for the responsibility of parenthood. Fee's mother decided against aborting the baby, receiving support from a family fortunately understanding enough to look after her rather than kick her to the curb in disgust. Her boyfriend found out about his role as the father, but he quickly showed that he had no intention of risking his reputation nor his scholarship, and when Fee's mother was delivering, he was scoring the winning try at a game several blocks away.

The adoption was a closed one, and Fee's adoptive parents -who sought adoption after they tragically discovered that Karen was infertile- know little to nothing about her real mother, save that she was young, and not ready.

All the same, although unaware of her true parentage. Fee grew up healthy and happy until she was twelve, when the bullying started. The bullying was nothing physical, just cruel words and the spreading of rumours, but it hurt her in a way that fists could never hope to.

It struck at her confidence. From the taunts spewed insecurities and worries. She started inspecting her reflection with more scrutiny that before, noting all of the blemishes and flaws that had previously never bothered her. She started throwing up what she ate, disappearing into the bathroom after meals and emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She was only caught a few months later when she forgot to lock the door, and Karen walked in on her, kneeling over the toilet, finger down her throat.

She started getting treatment, and seeing therapists. At thirteen, she was diagnosed with bulimia, but with the help of others, and after moving schools, she gradually started getting better. Now, she's almost completely cured. She still, on her worst days, finds those little, parasitic words of self-loathing bothering her, but they're a lot kinder now, and far less frenzied.

At least, they were.

But now she's getting targeted again, and those little insecurities are once more revealing themselves...