<strong>Username:</strong>Shihong<br/><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Tabitha Reynolds<br/><br/><strong>School Year:</strong>Junior<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><br/><strong>Temptation Resistance:</strong>Dangerously Low<br/><br/><strong>Party Level:</strong>Often, but as a Wallflower<br/><br/><strong>Academics:</strong>A+; Dean's List<br/><br/><strong>Extra-curricular:</strong>Tennis, Kickboxing<br/><br/><strong>Special Skills:</strong>Extremely analytical/insightful; tends to read others extremely well, if a bit critically<br/><br/><strong>Popularity: </strong>Respected, but not especially liked<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong><br/><br/>Even as a child Tabetha had a sort of strange intensity about her.  The way she looked at people and places and things, it was like she was dissecting them with her eyes.  Brilliant green eyes, like freshly cut grass in the sun.  Almost unnatural.  That didn't sit to well with her father, considering both sides of their family had had blue eyes for as long back as they could tell.  He left not long after she was born.  She couldn't care back then.  Still doesn't now.  She never blamed him for leaving.  That was her mother's fault.  Her moment of weakness.  But it was never enough to condemn her in her daughter's eyes.<br/><br/>Strength.  That's what she fostered in Tabetha.  The strength to pull herself up by her own bootstraps.  To never need any protection except what you could provide for yourself.  Self sufficiency.  Pure independence.  It helped that the girl could see through people so easy.  Lies were like veils to her: insubstantial and useless.  She endeavored to always tell the truth.  Still does.  Just not always the whole truth.  That sort of honesty fosters trust.  She likes it when folks trust her.  It always makes it far easier to see inside.  To see what makes them tick.<br/><br/>Majoring in psychology was the obvious choice.  She'd never been an artistic person, and she wasn't one for constant calculation either.  Her strengths were cerebral, as were her fascinations.  The human mind was an infinitely complex puzzle to be deciphered and put back together and deciphered again.  Unique to everyone.  The strength of her mind was kept in balance with the strength of her body, which she kept in top shape.  Strength in all things, or strength in none.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/HatWomanPhoto.jpg)<br/>