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[ General Info ]

Name: Barrett Nilsson

Nickname(s): Barr, Coke Queen

Gender: Female

Age at Death | Current Age: 19 | 19

Date of Birth: November 16th | Scorpio

Date of Death | Time of Death: January 1st, 2017 | 12:03 AM

Height | Weight: 4'11 | 86 lbs [Underweight from drug abuse]

Birthplace | Nationality: SoHo, Manhattan, New York | Swedish-American

[ Enrollment Info ]

Cause of Death: Cocaine Overdose

Position: Vice Principal's Adviser

Dorm: Will be given when your character is accepted.

Notable Side-Effects from Death:

frequent nosebleeds
freezing cold constantly
chronically exhausted
paranoid

[ Personal Info ]

Personality:

Alert (+) | Humorous (+) | Responsive (+) | Intense (+/-) | Sarcastic (+/-) | Coarse (-) | Hateful (-) | Vulgar (-)

Bio:

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PEDOPHILIA, RAPE, DRUG USE, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE
Barrett was born in SoHo, Manhattan to a Swedish mother who barely knew English, and an English father who ordered her as a mail-order wife so she could gain citizenship. Barrett was loved by her mother, and seen by her father as a mistake. As she grew older, it proved that her father? Yeah, he was more of a creep than you could've ever imagined. Even more of a creep than ordering a wife. When Barrett was 12, her father and mother stopped having sex, her mother too focused on work and trying to raise than daughter to deal with a creep like him. So, her father sought out someone else. Someone who had reached early puberty, and was looking more like her mother each day. Barrett. He snuck into her room one night, acting like he was just checking on her, but then everything changed. He began touching her, clamping his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. She knew this was bad. She knew what he was doing was wrong, they'd taught her in school if someone ever did this to any of them, to call the police. To report it. But...this was her dad. So, she didn't say anything. Night after night, he'd hurt her. Touch her. Rape her. She just...blocked it out. Eventually though, he was found out. While she was at the doctors, they did a physical exam, and found alarming evidence of sexual abuse. The doctors brought her and her mother aside, where Barrett confessed everything, breaking down in tears. Her father was arrested, and her mother filed for divorce. She worked hard from then on out, being a single mother and working as hard as she could to get her citizenship; which she achieved after a few long months. Barrett however, was scarred. She was scared to be alone, scared to trust anyone again. How could she? She grew up, broken and cold. She dyed her hair, got piercings, tattoos, started smoking, drinking; she tried anything to numb the pain. Nothing worked. After graduation she moved out with a few of her friends, getting an apartment a few miles away from her mother's apartment in SoHo. It was there she was introduced to cocaine. It started out small, a few times a week. Only when the thoughts that plagued her got too bad. Then it grew to every other night, every night, and several times a day. She was barely able to hold down a job, eventually getting fired. She turned to prostitution to make money: and to score drugs. She slept with people often, always using protection to avoid any mishaps. She made good money, and got good drugs, so it was worth it, she guessed. One night, she tried LSD, experiencing a bad trip and attempting to slit her wrists before her roommates stopped her. It wasn't until a few weeks before New Years when shit took a turn for the worst. One of her roommates and her got drunk one night, sleeping together. He...didn't use protection. Barrett was furious, knowing he had herpes and could've possibly passed it to her. She began using coke more and more frequently, several times a day in addition to smoking pot to keep the bad thoughts away. New Years Eve was the night it all changed for her. She got severely cross-faded, smoking a decent amount of weed with her roommates and having a shit ton of vodka. She went into the bathroom to do a few lines of coke, but her drunkenness impaired her judgement. She snorted too much, suffering from tachycardia (elevated heart rate) and severely high blood pressure. She had a heart attack, falling and cracking her head on the sink. She died a few minutes into the new year.

When she woke up, panic immediately began to set in. She...died. Was she in hell? People like her went to hell. She began to sob, running through limbo as she searched for a way out. She had to go back, she'd fucked up her life. Months of aimless wandering eventually led her to realize that there was no way out. She was dead. God, her poor mother. She eventually stumbled upon the creatures in the fog, running as fast as her bony ass legs could carry her. When the school came into sight, she busted into the high school, catching her breath against the door. Her nose began to bleed, and she walked through the schools, meeting the Vice Principal who immediately took a liking to her, and offered for her to be her own personal adviser, wanting to keep a close eye on her. She agreed, happy to finally be not in hell, but maybe heaven.

Likes:
dark clothes
makeup
the 1975
being around people
sex

Dislikes:
coming clean
being ignored
vicious dogs (has a phobia of them)
authority figures
people tryna tell her what to do, she ain't got no time for that

Interesting Facts:
wiccan, carries blessed objects in her pockets
her pipe made it with her to the afterlife, and for this she believes there might actually be a god
cusses every other word
doesn't like it when people give her the whole 'drugs are bad' speech
also doesn't like being picked up, u pick her up u die again
might have herpes, was gonna get it check out before she died but never did
was unknowingly pregnant when she died
fluent in swedish and english

RP Mediums: Rp and Contact Info

Description

[ General Info ]

Name: Barrett Nilsson

Nickname(s): Barr, Coke Queen

Gender: Female

Age at Death | Current Age: 19 | 19

Date of Birth: November 16th | Scorpio

Date of Death | Time of Death: January 1st, 2017 | 12:03 AM

Height | Weight: 4'11 | 86 lbs [Underweight from drug abuse]

Birthplace | Nationality: SoHo, Manhattan, New York | Swedish-American

[ Enrollment Info ]

Cause of Death: Cocaine Overdose

Position: Vice Principal's Adviser

Dorm: Will be given when your character is accepted.

Notable Side-Effects from Death:

frequent nosebleeds
freezing cold constantly
chronically exhausted
paranoid

[ Personal Info ]

Personality:

Alert (+) | Humorous (+) | Responsive (+) | Intense (+/-) | Sarcastic (+/-) | Coarse (-) | Hateful (-) | Vulgar (-)

Bio:

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PEDOPHILIA, RAPE, DRUG USE, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE
Barrett was born in SoHo, Manhattan to a Swedish mother who barely knew English, and an English father who ordered her as a mail-order wife so she could gain citizenship. Barrett was loved by her mother, and seen by her father as a mistake. As she grew older, it proved that her father? Yeah, he was more of a creep than you could've ever imagined. Even more of a creep than ordering a wife. When Barrett was 12, her father and mother stopped having sex, her mother too focused on work and trying to raise than daughter to deal with a creep like him. So, her father sought out someone else. Someone who had reached early puberty, and was looking more like her mother each day. Barrett. He snuck into her room one night, acting like he was just checking on her, but then everything changed. He began touching her, clamping his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. She knew this was bad. She knew what he was doing was wrong, they'd taught her in school if someone ever did this to any of them, to call the police. To report it. But...this was her dad. So, she didn't say anything. Night after night, he'd hurt her. Touch her. Rape her. She just...blocked it out. Eventually though, he was found out. While she was at the doctors, they did a physical exam, and found alarming evidence of sexual abuse. The doctors brought her and her mother aside, where Barrett confessed everything, breaking down in tears. Her father was arrested, and her mother filed for divorce. She worked hard from then on out, being a single mother and working as hard as she could to get her citizenship; which she achieved after a few long months. Barrett however, was scarred. She was scared to be alone, scared to trust anyone again. How could she? She grew up, broken and cold. She dyed her hair, got piercings, tattoos, started smoking, drinking; she tried anything to numb the pain. Nothing worked. After graduation she moved out with a few of her friends, getting an apartment a few miles away from her mother's apartment in SoHo. It was there she was introduced to cocaine. It started out small, a few times a week. Only when the thoughts that plagued her got too bad. Then it grew to every other night, every night, and several times a day. She was barely able to hold down a job, eventually getting fired. She turned to prostitution to make money: and to score drugs. She slept with people often, always using protection to avoid any mishaps. She made good money, and got good drugs, so it was worth it, she guessed. One night, she tried LSD, experiencing a bad trip and attempting to slit her wrists before her roommates stopped her. It wasn't until a few weeks before New Years when shit took a turn for the worst. One of her roommates and her got drunk one night, sleeping together. He...didn't use protection. Barrett was furious, knowing he had herpes and could've possibly passed it to her. She began using coke more and more frequently, several times a day in addition to smoking pot to keep the bad thoughts away. New Years Eve was the night it all changed for her. She got severely cross-faded, smoking a decent amount of weed with her roommates and having a shit ton of vodka. She went into the bathroom to do a few lines of coke, but her drunkenness impaired her judgement. She snorted too much, suffering from tachycardia (elevated heart rate) and severely high blood pressure. She had a heart attack, falling and cracking her head on the sink. She died a few minutes into the new year.

When she woke up, panic immediately began to set in. She...died. Was she in hell? People like her went to hell. She began to sob, running through limbo as she searched for a way out. She had to go back, she'd fucked up her life. Months of aimless wandering eventually led her to realize that there was no way out. She was dead. God, her poor mother. She eventually stumbled upon the creatures in the fog, running as fast as her bony ass legs could carry her. When the school came into sight, she busted into the high school, catching her breath against the door. Her nose began to bleed, and she walked through the schools, meeting the Vice Principal who immediately took a liking to her, and offered for her to be her own personal adviser, wanting to keep a close eye on her. She agreed, happy to finally be not in hell, but maybe heaven.

Likes:
dark clothes
makeup
the 1975
being around people
sex

Dislikes:
coming clean
being ignored
vicious dogs (has a phobia of them)
authority figures
people tryna tell her what to do, she ain't got no time for that

Interesting Facts:
wiccan, carries blessed objects in her pockets
her pipe made it with her to the afterlife, and for this she believes there might actually be a god
cusses every other word
doesn't like it when people give her the whole 'drugs are bad' speech
also doesn't like being picked up, u pick her up u die again
might have herpes, was gonna get it check out before she died but never did
was unknowingly pregnant when she died
fluent in swedish and english

RP Mediums: Rp and Contact Info