Iris Hanson

[Iris Hanson]

IRIS ROBYN HANSON TWENTY ONE UNEMPLOYED BISEXUAL TOXICOLOGY HEIGHT  5"9 WEIGHT 120 lbs APPEARANCE Iris is known for her hair. People have said she changes her hair colour more often than she changes her underwear, and hey, who are we to judge? It just might be true. Naturally Iris has light brown hair, a very boring shade, nothing to brag about, and that's why she changed it. Surprisingly Iris has only been dying her hair about two years, before that she had a fairly normal appearance, now people call her eccentric.  Iris has no tattoos or piercings, as she's deathly afraid of needles. Though she does have a bad habit of drawing on herself, so if you ever see any tattoo looking things on her, they're probably sharpie. Iris's fashion sense is ... Odd to say the least.  { I've never been very good at describing ladies, look at a picture! } LIKES road trips ice cream colours fashion crime drama old apothecary shops  DISLIKES washing her hair silence most bugs HABITS smoking drawing on herself foot tapping FEARS aliens being forgotten OVERALL { Iris is really more of a ... Discover as you write type of character, so I'm keeping this vague. } Creative Moody Party Animal Dreamy Confident Laid back HISTORY I don't exactly know where I come from. I know that sounds crazy, but I spent most of my childhood on the road. I was never in one place for more than a couple of months. I guess I can't really say I'm from one place in particular. When people really force me for an answer I say California, because that's where I was born, but it isn't really where I feel at home. Honestly I don't feel at home anywhere, because I don't know what feeling at home is like. I grew up in a van, then we got a bus ... Then it was back to a van. For awhile we had a boat, but that didn't last long.  My parents called themselves explorers. Maybe it was to try to get me interested in the things they did. Maybe it was because the really thought they were explorers. I'll never know. In actual fact my parents were scavengers, sort of. They searched abandoned houses, junk yards, woods, lakes, for 'treasure'. The treasure came in all shapes and sizes, from bed frames to gold necklaces, microwave parts to grand pianos. They collected this stuff and then sold it, and that's how they spent their days. My little brother and I just went along with it. When we were younger it seemed so exciting ... But as time went on I began to wonder if this was it.  At the age of nine I'd never been to School. I'd hardly done anything that typical nine year old girls took for granted. I didn't have friends to have sleepovers with. We didn't go to malls so I could watch movies or shop for clothes. Heck, all of my clothes had been scavenged from houses or bought at garage sales.  I began to question my parents. At first they tried to brush me off. So I questioned them more, and they got angry. 'Why can't you be more like your brother? He never complains about our lifestyle!' 'Other kids your age would love to go on adventures every day like we do' My brother was too young to understand, and I didn't care about how other kids felt. I just knew that I didn't want to be on the road any longer.  By the end of that week I was being dropped off at my Auntie and Uncles house with barely as much as a goodbye. My brother stayed with my parents and that was the last I saw of them. It's honestly a mystery as to where they went. After that day they just sort of ... Vanished. No one in my entire family heard anything, and sometimes that gets to me. Okay ... More than sometimes.  Surprisingly I adjusted well to living with my Auntie and Uncle, as well as my three cousins, two older boys and one girl the same age as me.  After I'd been there a few months I began to feel like I'd made the wrong choice. School was harder than I thought it would be. My parents had taught me how to read and write, but there was so much more ... I had to get tutors for maths, science and history just to keep me from being moved down a grade. The kids I went to School with weren't nice to me like my brother was, or my cousins. I didn't have any friends. I was dubbed 'the weird girl', and stayed as such until I moved High Schools in Sophomore year.  Sophomore year is when things started getting better. I made friends. I grew up.  And I tried not to wonder where my treasure hunting parents had gotten to, and whether my brother was as messed up as I felt.

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