Stasha Shotaru

by **Stasha Shotaru** Mon May 25, 2009 12:36 am

Basic Info
Name: Stasha Shotaru
--Alias: None
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Species: Half-Blood

Character Info
Personality: Stasha loves to smile and she loves to laugh. She was raised to always do so. Her mother said it would make her a better person. And boy did it ever! Stasha has a strong sense of friendship and loyalty. Her love for her friends and family drive her to be as happy and trustworthy as one person can be. There are times however, where she's sad. But hey, everyone has their moments.
Appearance: Stasha isn't short, but she's not tall. She is about five feet six inches tall and she's happy with that. Her hair is jet black and reflects her happy personality. Her bangs are white and the back of her hair is dark purple. Her foster mother didn't want her to do her hair that way, but Stasha insisted. Her bangs sweep over her left eye. Stasha's eyes are dark, dark brown. So dark they are almost black. Living up north causes Stasha's skin to be pretty pale, but not so much to where she looks unhealthy.
Weaknesses: Stasha's got two weaknesses. Number one, spiders. She absolutely dreds them. The reason for this, when she was about six, a giant black spider crawled up her back and bit her neck. It nearly killed her, but her mother got her to the hospital just in time. Number two, her friends. Anyone could barter Stasha's friends in order to get what they wanted. She loves her friends to death and would do literally anything for them.
Strengths: Stasha's got one strength. Her intelligence. She is strangely smart for someone with dyslexia and ADHD. She can get out of nearly any predicament.

Biography:
Parents: Mother: Marie Shotaru.
Foster Mom: Angela Waver
Father: Unknown
History: Stasha grew up with a fairly normal childhood. The only really strange incident was when a big black spider crawled up her back and bit her neck. It scared her to death, near literally and ever since she's had a deathly fear of spiders. That was when she saw six. After that everything was normal... well up until she was twelve. When she saw twelve, her mother was killed in a drive by. Now, being the person she was, Stasha chased the car down. It eventually stopped and two huge men got out of the car. They both had switch blades and one had a gun. And they, of course, couldn't have cared less if she was just a child. They attacked her. She fought back bravely, believe me, but she nearly bled to death when one of the slashed her down her left arm. She has a massive scar streaming down her arm to this day and it's still a painful reminder of what happend that day two years ago. And with Stasha's father being long gone, Stasha was put into a home. There she was adopted by her foster parents, Angela Waver and Joseph Waver. They are loving people and still are to this day.

Optional Info
Books: I have read all of the books and they are absolutely amazing!