"What's Past is Prologue,"
— William Shakespeare (The Tempest)
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Hello, I am (F/n) (L/n). I am of (Nationality) origin, yet I was born in New York, along with my sister and brothers. It was my parents who moved here from (country) before any of us were born, so our consent to move to the U.S. was out of the picture then. My father was tall whilst my mother was short. I took more to my (mum/dad)'s side and so I'm currently (height) with (hair lenght), (hair colour) hair and (eye colour) eyes. I was diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder at a young age, and I can be quite the insomniac.
Not too long ago, about three months, my parents and siblings had died in a car crash that could've killed me. Should've killed me, seeing that I was impaled by a sharp, slick piece of metal through the abdomen. Maybe it's just luck it missed an entire section of vital organs? Or maybe it did but some magical-fucking-force saved me? Hah, in my dreams. But anyway, it didn't and I'm here and alive, living with my cousin, (insert random name). Though, he's barely around because his work requires him to travel a lot. As a result, he has introduced me to someone who would watch me most of the time while he was away. His name is Alfred Jones, a typical American, and he would take me to weird meetings that I found boring and believed they may or may not be about drugs (only because of how everyone acted in there).
So, how about we just find out how screwed I am. Shall we?