* DANA SEYYED ; ( worn out blue jeans, unread text messages, tender heavy breath, fungus growing on old tress, climbing out windows )
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Statistics.
Name: Dana Seyyed.
Gender & Pronouns: Demi female, she/they.
Age: 29. Birthday: November 26.
Brithplace: Providence Peak.
Occupation: Independent scientist & farmers market vendor.
Neighborhood: Downtown.
Biography.
trigger warning: child abandonment, parental death.
Born to be a fighter. Since the very start the evidence of the tough road ahead where too notorious for pretending otherwise. Only child of a marriage that was never destined to last, the fact becoming clear when her mother leaves town with the clear intention of never returning or being contacted. The saving grace being her father, Kazem, as it often happens, Dana was his adoration, as much as him was hers, with que round rosy checks and warm brown eyes, just as himself, a happy girl regardless of the circumstances.
Growing up wasn’t easy, even when she didn’t have any single memory of her mother or any desire of knowing her, her absence casted a shadow on her existence, it was the sympathetic looks thrown at her father and her as they make way into town square, it was the other little girls with ribbons gently tied to their hairs by their mothers, it was never having the most expensive or new of the toys, it was on her father’s eyes on all school festivals, but she never truly minded, Dana, even at that even found happiness on the mundane, evenings eating fruit on the porch and the weekends expended getting lost on the woods, life at Providence Peak wasn’t perfect, but she loved it.
Adolescence makes a shift. It was never a secret that Dana enjoyed being the life of the party, a characteristic that was especially accentuated during her high school years, of course, she was a member of the soccer team, a social butterfly, working as anything to get some money, the fake sense of independence, of being older enough, Dana neither was one to shy away from challenges, the mix of all of it, and before realizing it she was getting herself into to many problems, feisty and stubborn, the perfect recipe for a bad reputation, for the way it works in small towns, her father finds out, and the fights begin, too frequent for the taste of either of the two, but, at that time, it was simply inevitable.
Is when Dana is seventeen, almost eighteen, when the tragedy strikes again, she loses her father to a disease. Her custody falls into the hands of her aunts, sisters of her father, odd women, good people, loving and carrying and all, but things could never be the same again. Bitterness and anger making a home inside of her and the immense cynicism taking over. The world seems empty for a while. It’s the pain that makes her apply for a scholarship that could take her as far away as possible from Providence Peak, and after all she did promise her father she would make something with her life, so, she pours herself on the studies, long restless nights and purple shades decorating her eyebags, it not a surprise she gets in and it’s a relief to leave a soon as the acceptance letter arrives.
She chooses the degree in ecology and conservation, at first by duty, but spending that much time into the nature becomes a healing experience, it makes her remember the years now long gone, the sweetness of childhood and the essence of her father. It takes two years for her to come back to Providence Peak, during the spring break, through its painful, staying away would have hurt even more. After her graduation, she comes back to town for good, sometimes disappearing for a couple of months to work on some research project, but Providence Peak its her home.
Others.
Dana still has property over her dad’s old Bighorn Hill house, where she grew up, she has intended to renovate it, to be able to live in it again, but she never comes around to it. So, she rents a small apartment Downtown.
During her last year of college, she took up soap making as a hobby. It was a few months after returning to Providence Peak that she started selling them at the farmers market, when she is out of town her aunts run the business.
Being that she grew up on Providence Peak and because the number of part-time jobs she held throughout her teens, she seems to know most, if not all, of the local people. She tends to call aunt or uncle to the older people of the town.
