VALENTINE, winnifred harper

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WINNIFRED HARPER VALENTINE

FULL NAME: Winnifred Harper Valentine.

NICKNAMES: Winnie

AGE: 23

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Straight

STATUS: Single

GROUP: Citizen 

GRADE: Sophomore

MAJOR: Anthropology

JOB OCCUPATION: Campus Store Staff

HAIR: Winnie has long (to her waist), dark brown hair. 

EYES: Brown

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS:

TATTOOS:

PIERCINGS: Ears

PLAY-BY: Coco Rocha

LIKES:
snow and rain

sunshine

most furry animals

reading

taking long walks

slow dancing

dancing in the rain

valentine's day

adventures
the beach
smiling

DISLIKES:
debby downers

chemistry

tv

scary movies

politics

wars

human rights' violations

meat
over spending on herself
being cooped up in her apartment for too long 
fires

FEARS:
never being part of a 'family'

her cancer coming back

having children

SECRETS: That she was a dumpster baby.

PERSONALITY: Winnie is a sweet girl. She's always willing to see the bright-side and the beauty in everything and everyone. She believes that not everyone is evil. She's very optimistic. She loves helping people out, especially the homeless and sick children. She loves to volunteer. She loves to laugh, and she's always got a smile on her face, even if her day is crappy. She tends to be adventurous, and she's always out late, exploring things. She's constantly outside, and she's always hiking or biking or doing something active outside. 

MOTHER: n/a 

FATHER: n/a 

SIBLINGS: n/a

OTHERS: Andrew Valentine - The guy who raised her until the state took her.  

PETS:

HOMETOWN: Washington State

HISTORY: i was born march 23, and then i was promptly thrown into a dumpster. luckily, i guess, for me, a homeless man was rummaging through a nearby trash bin when i started crying. he wasn't a heartless, crazy homeless man, and he took me under his wing for the first two months of my life. he stole baby formula for me and kept me relatively healthy. then the police walked by, noticing he had a baby bottle, and he handed me over to them. he knew they would be able to give me a better life than he ever could. he told them my name was winifred harper valentine. the state of washington kept the name for me, considering i had no birth records or anything. plus, they wanted to give me at least someone who cared about me, giving me their last name.



even though i had a name when i was placed in the orphanage, i was always referred to as ‘dumpster baby’ in my orphanage because of my background. it hurt a little, but i didn't do anything about it. the workers didn’t know that i heard them calling me ‘dumpster baby’. they said it to each other. there was one worker who i attached to. her name was cady. she was younger than the other workers, and she had always referred to me as ‘winnie’. the other’s, when talking to me, referred to me as winifred. they were so formal about it. they didn’t want to get attached to any of the kids. cady was different. she was loving, and she didn’t mind us being attached to her. she read us bedtime stories, kissed our scraped knees, and stayed up with us when we were sick. she remembered every birthday of all of the kids in the orphanage, and she threw us all birthday parties.



so, naturally, when i was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of four, she was by my bedside almost every day and night that i was in the hospital. she soothed me back to sleep when i threw up from the chemotherapy, and she would sing to me, read me books, and she would bring the other kids into the hospital to see me. after two years of battling the leukemia, they told her it had gone into remission. which meant i got to go back to the orphanage, and we had a big party to celebrate.



during the four year remission, i was a normal kid, for the most part. i got teased for not having any hair for a few months, but i got used to it. i would run and play with the kids in the backyard, and eventually, i would go off on my own into the woods and explore the woods. i loved going on adventures, but none of the other kids really wanted to go with me. except one boy (cameron), who was about my age. we would pretend to be excavating bones from the dinosaurs, when they were actually just twigs and sticks, or pretend that we were exploring the depths of caves, when in reality, we were just dodging trees.



when i was ten, i started getting sick again. the doctors told cady that the cancer was back. we started our hospital routine again, and i lost my hair again. cameron always came by after school to tell me about his adventures of the day. he would bring me random things he had found in the course of his day, too. and we would sit on my bed and play pretend. we wouldn’t move or anything, but we would act as if we were cave exploring, using props from the hospital as flashlights and gear. that lasted for a year before cameron got adopted. he was twelve, which was really rare. but the family had really wanted him. i was happy for him, but at the same time, i was upset that i wouldn’t have him around anymore. i knew that we would never see each other again.



at thirteen, it went back into remission, but only for about six months. the night of my fourteenth birthday, i woke up, coughing up blood, screaming for cady. she ran in, already knowing by my shrill screams what was happening. i stayed in the hospital until i was sixteen. it went into remission again, and so far, it hasn’t come back.



life in the orphanage was back to normal. most of the kids i had grown up with had been adopted. i hadn’t, though. at seventeen, cady got married and left the orphanage to start her little family. she had given me her number and told me to call her whenever i wanted or needed. i spent most afternoons in the woods, by myself. i was one of the oldest kids in the orphanage, now, and i didn’t have many peers. at eighteen, i was given a couple thousand and told to go find myself. the state was done taking care of me. so, i moved into my own little apartment, and i went looking for the man (andrew valentine) who had named me.



when i had found him, he was working in a small fast food joint, barely making the money to pay his rent. he was old now. probably in his sixties. he recognized me almost immediately, and we sat down and had lunch. he wanted to know all about me, and the woman i had become. i wanted to know all about him, wondering why he had changed his mind on living on the streets. he told me that he had been trying to get his act together ever since he met me. he had been looking for a job within the first week of taking care of me. he just hadn’t had luck, since he was homeless. but when the state took me, he worked even harder to get a job. he had been working dead end jobs, trying to make enough money to adopt me.



it felt weird knowing that someone out there wanted me to be a part of their family. he had been denied many times by the state because he didn’t have the means or the family life to raise a successful child. we got closer, and i met his wife (whom he married six years prior to our first meeting), and they welcomed me into their family with open arms. it was nice, having people who loved me. cady loved me, sure, but she had her own family now. and i had my own family now. until i was twenty-one. andrew passed away, and his wife moved away. she couldn’t bare living with knowing he wasn’t there anymore.



i was, again, all alone in the world. i didn’t have a family. andrew’s wife hadn’t told me where she was moving to or where she was going. so, i packed up and moved to new york to go to college for anthropology. i needed a new start to my life. i needed to find myself again.

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