SANDY WHITE is currently TWENTY-SIX years old and is UNEMPLOYED. She lives in the FARHOLLOW side of Frey, where some folks say she looks like AMBER HEARD.
âThe only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.â
[TW: brain injury, memory loss, drugs]
From the beginning she was magnetic, a firework on cloudy skies. It was only natural as little Sandy White was an apple that was bound to not stray too far away from the glittering tree she fell from. Her parents were artists, circus performers and members of a tightly-knit troupe of like-minded vagabonds performing in a shabby little building in Frey since before her birth. Raised in that palace of colours, Sandy knew nothing other than this communal atmosphere and thrived in it. The âtheatreâ was her home, the performers her family, their children her siblings and she spent every waking hour she wasnât at school with them. They were a feral bunch, running around, making noise, taking advantage of the lack of supervision to not do their homework or to imitate their parents and the parents of their friends. Where other kids dreamed of becoming doctors, lawyers and teachers, Sandy and her friends aspired to become acrobats, dancers, knife throwers and snake charmers. It didnât take long for parents to find out and soon plastic knives, safety nets and words of caution became a part of everyday life in the theater.
Sandy listened carefully to the warnings before laughing them off and going back to her games but she kept the idea of lifeâs frailty and impermanence close to her heart. This idea fuelled her recklessness and crystallised her contempt of fear, but it was also this idea that encouraged her to not get attached to people more than necessary. She always loved the heights and enjoyed herself the most when she and her friends took over the trapeze or the corde lisse, swift like monkeys, light as feathers. Her favourite act however was the tightrope. There was silence up there and no playmates to join her but alone as she might have been she was never lonely as there were always people below her, looking up to the tightrope with wide eyes. Until the day came when these people were a real audience, paying for tickets to see her flirt with the sky.
By then she had changed and so had the world around her. Her friends, her old comrades didnât have a lot of free time for games now despite still indulging their old dangerous hobbies from time to time. Most of them were busy either with school or with their own acts and so was Sandy. With the stage name Splendid she was officially the theaterâs tightrope walker and one of the best trapeze artists in the troupe, but these were the only things she excelled at. That and growing her own marijuana which she then sold to her classmates. The rest of her interests were fleeting, coming and going with the wind, her grades a disaster. Her teachers complained that she never payed attention in class or did the homework and more than once she had come to school late and smelling of boys and illegal things. Noone was really shocked when she failed her finals and dropped out of school at seventeen to join a wandering circus.
This decision, like most decisions before it, was made on a whim in true Sandy fashion but it lasted almost a decade, a decade wrapped in beauty and enchantment as she went on her own magical mystery tour from country to country. It would have lasted even longer if it wasnât for the fall. Lucky to be alive and even luckier she didnât have to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, Sandy had to be glad she got out of it with just some short-term memory loss and an inability to climb back up to the tightrope. No longer able to perform, she parted ways with the circus and bought a ticket home for some awkward months of care and pity from her family.
+ Fearless, Independent, Easy-going.
- Fickle, Precocious, Irresponsible.
