Name: Yamilet Gorgina Castillo
Username: -Forget-Me-Never-Ever-
Age: Sixteen
Hair Colour: Brown with natural highlights
Eye Colour: Brownish grey
Personality: Yami tends to be a bit overly cocky, always acting tough and like she could handle anything. She would talk back to bullies, always accept a challenge willingly and with excitement, and she would do it all with a smirk on her face. She is probably one of the last people to ever doubt anything possible, and she always seems to find a way out of any tight pinch with ease, as if it were nothing.
Biography: Age 7, I was the talk of the neighborhood of my very first and only foster home. The other kids made up so many rumors before I was even there, it was unbelieveable! But none the less, pretty much none of them were even close to the truth.
But before that, I was a little problem child for my adoption center. I was always making trouble with other little and big kids, making bets, getting into fights. Ah, those were great times. However, for some strange reason, I attracted a single mother of three teenage boys enough for her to adopt me the second she saw me. I was speechless. No one had ever really found me all that easy to handle and care for, and what's more, I was a tomboy! What kind of mother would want a daughter that didn't like to talk about boys and shoes? I didn't know, but this lady was pretty cool actually. But anyway, she had filled out the paperwork and everything, but she didn't take me right then, and I didn't expect what she had in mind for me at the time.
About a week later, she came back and brought me home with her. At first, I was super skeptical about this chick, she had adopted me the moment she saw me, and the she left me there for a week, never once taking the time to even talk to me, yet there I was, sitting in the passenger seat, watching her with much suspicion. We pulled up into a fairly decent looking neighborhood, there were kids my age and kids who were older and younger than me at the time too. She jumped out of the car the moment it stopped, keeping quiet and too myself as she led me into the big blue house.
For about two days, I spent the time getting to know my way around the house, watching all of them with caution, making sure to keep my distance as I slowly got use to them. I went outside for the first time the afternoon of the third day, standing on the curb and watching the other kids playing. A few on tricylces would pass by and wave as they'd play, receiving a shy wave back. One girl came up to me, a frown on her face. Man! I will never forget that look of hatred and disappointment that she had when she asked me what my name was and how old I was. I couldn't resist the urge, so I smirked and slid my hands into my pockets, standing in a relaxed and cocky position, "Oh, Miss Snooty Booty wants to know my name, huh? Well, maybe I would, but uh, I'm feeling a little too cool for you at the moment, why don't you run along with your little posse and play with little plastic people, or as you girls call them; dollies~" I laughed, making her blush and get even angrier. Yeah, I was mean at the time, but that's what happens when you're rude to me.
The next couple of months were pretty fun and plain, I would hang out with a guys and wrestle with the occassional boy who thought they could beat me, but only prove that they ain't got nothin' compared to a tomboy. I became a 'legend' in that neighborhood. But after a few years of living there, things got weird. At night, I'd see weird shadowy figured at my window, during the day, that same girl would looked more and more like she was some crazed animal rather than a twelve year old girl. Oh yeah, I forgot, that lady who adopted me? She died a week after my fourteenth birthday. Luckily, her oldest sun, DJ, was nineteen, so he took care of me and his other two brothers. On my sixteen birthday was the weirdest though.
I was sitting outside, messing around with the guys, when Miss Snooty Booty came up to me and asked to talk to me. Alone. Oh-oh, looks like she didn't learn her lesson the first time we met. I followed her, and we walked to the alley about a block away from my cozy little neighborhood that I'd gotten so use to in the last nine years that I'd lived there. She stopped in the middle of the alley and then she turned on me, her whole face looked deformed and evil, her body rippling into some crazy monster that gave me goosebumps. She lunged for me, but just when she was about half an inch from my face, something hit her midsection, sending her pumbling into the brick wall, leaving a huge indent. My face had lost all color and I was too light headed to stay conscious. I collapsed, but not before hearing one of my three foster brothers yelling my name. Everything was black after that, and the next thing I knew, I was awake, sitting on the ground in front of this camp, a note in my pocket telling me that I wasn't normal, that I belonged here and that I should forget the life I had before.
Other Information: I can really pack a punch for a girl my age and size, and I'll never back down from a fight or challenge. Oh, and I hate it whenever people call me by my first name, Yami fits me better, so use it, or I'll kick your butt.
