Whispers in the Dark - PAFP

Odessa Rosemary Mearn
Truth-seeker

Nicknames:
"Call me Dessa."
Age:
"I turned 19 recently. I celebrate my birthday on May 2nd."
Gender:
"Female, thankyouverymuch."
Job:
"I'm inbetween jobs. Currently traveling. I'm running out of money though, so I'll have to take up a job soon."

Fears:
"I have claustrophobia. Nothing else, next question?"
She is afraid of love and its consequences, and of not finding out the truth of her life.
Dreams:
"Watching marathons of my favorite geeky shows, seeing all the Disney movies.
Finding out who I am, what this life is supposed to be, why its saddled me with these problems! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

Quick Personality:
"I'm pretty stubborn, I would say, and fiercely loyal to my friends. Gotta warn you though, even if I may trust easily, it takes a while to get back into my good graces if you hurt me or my friends.
I'm a curious person, and pretty adventurous I would say. I love to explore, and I consider myself pretty confident. I'm optimistic, but to tell ya the truth, sometimes I break down inside, and its all just a shell. I'm too proud to admit it to anyone around me, though."

History:
"No."
She woke up one day, by the side of a highway, scraped up, hungry, and no idea who she was. A nice trucker took her to a nearby police station where they patched her wounds and waited for any calls about her.
None came, so she was shipped off to the nearby orphanage. They gave her a name, and guessed at her age. They decided she was eight, and chose her birthday out of a hat.
Not very many people adopt or even foster older kids, so she usually spent her time at the orphanage. Years passed, birthdays came and went, and then some people came, claiming to be her family. A mom, a dad, an older brother and a baby on the way. The longing in her chest for someone to be her family caused her to agree immediately to go with them. Turns out they weren't the perfect family who'd lost their daughter three years ago, but instead were planning to sell her. They stuffed her in a box to get past police, which is where she developed her claustrophobia. But the police caught them, and she was rescued.
She delved deeper into her hobbies and obsessions after she returned to the orphanage. Picked on at school for not having the right clothes or hair or whatever, but she grew immune to their teasing. If there's one thing to make you optimistic about a sucky day, its remembering that at least you aren't stuffed in a box. in the back of a pickup truck on a hot day.
She made it through middle school and high school, with honors even, as she found her group of people, people who appreciated good music and the bigger picture. She even got into a good college, not Ivy League, but there was no way she could even afford it.
She was driving to the college, her home for the next four years, when she blacked out and got into an accident. Waking up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken arm, she was relieved the find the other person had only gotten a small cut, and was fine.
She was not relieved to find her head was not her own. The impact had somehow reversed her amnesia, and she now had fuzzy memories. Memories of two parents smiling at her as they walked her to her first day of school. Memories of half of a name, maybe hers, maybe someone elses. Memories of running, but from what she still can't remember.
She does remember a town. Whichaway, Mass. So she's headed there to try and figure it all out.

Call me Phantom if you need.
On the school: I was just going to warn you myself about being busy with projects and homework and such, but it'll take up parts of the weekend as well, not just the weekdays. I'll be on a couple times a day, though.