Sandy Sweets
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Ethnicity:
White
Nationality:
French and Scottish
Appearance:
Short pink hair over a pale, often pink-cheeked face. Sandy smiles often and has flour on her clothes whenever she has access to ingredients. She likes dark shorts and colorful tank tops as well as no shoes. Her natural hair as been growing in the longer she's at juvie, a dark brown against pink.
Why here?:
Alleged murder, case still open.
Personality:
Sandy is very optimistic and sweet, though her words always seem to have double meanings. Despite her smiles and good words, she is never very close to anyway. But when someone doesn't play along with her scenarios or jokes, her mood plummets and she goes quiet with wide staring eyes.
Background/History:
Sandy grew up all over the US, her parents, both from Europe originally, loving travel and living out of their tan van for weeks at a time. Sandy longed for a stable home however, loving the days of baking sweets with her French father, whipping eggs and waiting for sugary scents to fill their apartment.
One night while baking said sweets, Sandy's mother went out to buy more sugar for them and never returned. Sandy was devastated, but her depression didn't compare to her father's. He fell off the radar. He remained in his room for days without exiting and Sandy baked and baked and baked. Croissants, Tarte aux fruits, Pain aux raisins, and even Chous, the cream a bit more complicated than she thought it would be. She was dealing. Or trying to, but everyday her father drifted farther and farther away.
When he did speak, he only spoke of death and loneliness. Sandy wasn't enough for him, apparently. So, three months after her mother disappeared, Sandy left as well.
Of course, being 11 years old, she didn't get far. Soon enough authorities caught up with her and returned her to her father. During her absence, something snapped in her father and his rules strengthened, his treatment of her turned to violence and anger and he never baked again.
Sandy wasn't enrolled in school again either. They moved around and barely spoke to one another until Sandy broke a rule.
When Sandy was 13 years old, she showed up at a police station, flour dotting her clothes and cheeks. She reported her father was dead and she had walked to the station because she didn't have phone access. The investigation claimed heart attack and Sandy was put into the fostercare system.
When her third family three years later, two women caring for her, came up dead as well, an investigation was opened. Sandy didn't claim guilt or innnocence and was sent to juvie based on loose evidence. The case is still ongoing.