Falon Dale ☆.｡₀

Name: Falon Dale
Gender: Female
Race: White
Age: 19
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Appearance
Height: 5’7
Weight: 120
Hair: Wavey fluffy short brown hair that almost reaches the shoulders.
Skin: Pale skin that in bright sunlight almost looks like it reflects the light
Distinguishing marks: Two moles, one under her right eye and one right by the inner corner
Eyes: Green, always seeming sad or down
Clothing: Grunge
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Personality
Temperament: Can be a bit impulsive when it comes to small trinkets. Carries an air of free mystery that can not be trapped by anything
Hobbies: Writing and reading classic gothic literature.
Habits: A stress smoker on rare occasions, but when things just are a lil stressful picking her cuticles.
Quirks/eccentricities: Forgetting to breathe when being very concentrated or lost in thought. Noticeable sometimes when she takes a deep breath outta nowhere.
Likes: Trying new food, pouring rain, big dogs, leather boots, anything with a little bit of darkness, true crime.
Dislikes: Horses, geese, mouth breathers, overly crowded spaces.
Fears: Deep waters
Strengths: Quick thinker and extremely realistic
Weaknesses: Overthinker that can cause paranoia. Cant stand ground when people are speaking over her. Want to do things herself and usually never asks for help.
Hopes and desires: Wanting to be happy and failed, with a job that doesn’t drain but pays enough to enjoy self.
Occupation: An assistant at a magazine company.
Skills: Archery, skating, and learning to rollerskate, flexibility.
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Bio
Early life: Grew up in a big city with her mother and father, doing gymnastics as a hobby. At the age of five, her parents divorced and she moved to the suburbs with her Father where she continued doing gymnastics. Every summer she went to her mother’s back in the city, where she saw boyfriends come and go, but it didn’t bother her much because her father already found someone so her mother finding a partner was inevitable.


Middle: The summer before middle school her mother took her to a lake. Her boyfriend Derek thought it would be a funny idea to pick her up and toss her into the lake. In one moment she was safely on the grown and in the next she was surrounded by cold dark water, as panic rushed through her self she gasped and tried to swim up. Coughing and shaking she made it onto dry land where her mother was smiling a crooked sorry smile. Derek apologized but the moment stuck with Falon. Middle school was the time of self-discovery and friends and Falon had both, she quit gymnastics after it became too competitive for her and took up skating.
High school is where she grew into herself, stood tall and confident. Her eyes carried a sense of mystery and sadness, but it just gave her character. She loved and fell out of life with others and herself but as the school years came to an end she was happy with herself. Her father and mother both married different people and she continued living with her dad.

Adult: As an adult, she’s attending a community college not sure for what major, but on the side is working as an assistant at a magazine company. The salary allowed her to move out and rent a studio apartment, a space of her own.