<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/cba83fbc-4022-4491-92d3-c4d154082565_zpsc5ed7d92.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Aesha (a-ye-sh-uh)<br/>Age: Appears 15 or 16<br/>Dresses: similar to in picture<br/>Place Of Origin: Unknown<br/>Other: has markings on her upper arms, top of her feet, side of her lower legs and the middle of her palms that look similar to tribal markings that people get tattooed on them only they have always been there.<br/><br/>Aesha walked aimlessly through a city. Everything leading up to now was just a blur. Her mind was lost in itself. Or was it? There was nothing she knew for certainty. The first clear moment was when she woke up in a bed. A bed in a room that she did not recognize. Hearing people calling her name who she did not know who they were. There was a man in hospital scrubs. It was hard to tell where she was. These people told her that her name was Aesha. They didn't know anything else. Just that they had found her floating in a river on a makeshift raft. What raft were they talking about? She didn't have even the faintest idea what they were talking about. They said that she had been near death. They asked her so many questions her head had begun to spin. Nothing made sense. They acted like she was supposed to have answers.<br/><br/>Where did she came from? Who were her parents? What was she doing on a raft in a rapid river? So many questions to which she had so few answers. Aesha...that was the only thing her mind recollected. Whether it was her name or not she didn't know. Apparently she had told them her name was Aesha. Then again they could be lying. Numerous tests later she was given into the car of a woman named Ikeia Johnson. The woman took care of her and too her home. Now she was laying in another bed. Given medications for headaches she got. It was like something in her mind was activating and deactivating. She didn't know what.<br/><br/>The second day in the home of Ikeia Johnson and something she touched exploded. The woman hadn't been home so she had cleaned it up. Touching a sponge but thankfully it didn't happen again. Shortly afterwards the headaches came back tenfold. Three days would pass and other strange things would happen. Each time before and after there would be headaches. She never told the woman. She just kept it secret. The woman was a scientist or a doctor for she was always wearing a labcoat when she left and came home. The next day she was told she was well enough to go to school. She was given a school location and books. A one shoulder strap bag thrown over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Walking from her home with Ikeia Johnson and heading towards the American school that required uniforms. She walked without really knowing where she was going. She was just following the other kids that were heading towards a school that was called Rayne Valley Highschool. She stayed behind them. She wasn't comfortable walking with that large group for some reason. She entered the school and was shown around by the principle. Introduced to her teachers. Told where everything was. The day was a blur as she lived in her own thoughts until lunch time. This school was strange. People looked at her like she was a strange person. Sure her hair was pink and naturally so and she was dressed in clothes that looked strange but she was just like them. Wasn't she?<br/><br/>As far as she knew she was. She didn't know what to say or think. So she sat at a table by herself. People whispered about her because of the markings on her upper arms. She didn't know where they came from. Or maybe it was her strange clothing. She liked her clothes. She had a few sets of clothes like this of different colors. She began eating at the food she was given. It was okay but it was nothing like the food Ikeia Johnson could make. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to call her mom but she did when the woman wasn't around. People went back to whatever they were doing before she walked in. Now she wasn't being stared at. She was getting headaches again though. She shook her head to clear it away. The second the headache hit a window had cracked by the door nearest her. Strange things always happened around those headaches. Thankfully since recovering from her injuries they hadn't been frequent.<br/><br/>She ate silently and all by herself. Everyone else was all clicked off with their select group of friends. Nobody wanted to speak to the new girl. Least she felt that they didn't. She didn't want to speak with them either. She was really shy and didn't know what to talk about. Her mind had so many holes in it. In fact there was less of her memory and more of things she had been told in her mind. She just ate her food and kept to herself.