COLLINS, SIOUXSIE LAIN

[attr="class","hdtitle"]PERSONALITY

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[+] POSITIVE TRAITS

ϯ understanding
ϯ odd
ϯ (slightly) considerate
ϯ (sometimes) selfless
ϯ caring (reach lvl 40 friendship)

[-] NEGATIVE TRAITS

ϕ obscene
ϕ complacent
ϕ detached
ϕ passive aggressive
ϕ tactless

[+] LIKES

ϯ weed
ϯ singing alone
ϯ playing Gutter (her guitar)
ϯ Tame Impala
ϯ dancing

[-] DISLIKES

ϕ pop songs
ϕ empty wallets
ϕ chatterboxes
ϕ bad odor ("Jesus, get the fuck away.")
ϕ female condoms

[attr="class","hdtitle"]HISTORY/MISC.

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Where this all stems from is a different-- somewhat peculiar story. It's that regular sob story that might get you to go "d'aww". Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. So here's Lain Collins.

Born as Siouxsie Lain Anderson-Collins, she was abandoned by her father early on throughout her childhood (say, starting around 2 years old), leaving her mother to tend to Lain singlehandedly. It took a lot of effort for Martha Collins to give a proper upbringing for her child, which left Martha stressed as ever having to find ways to provide physically, emotionally and financially. As a coping mechanism, the then-brown haired girl went on and played by herself. At her early age, she had to believe (better yet "fool" herself) that her mother was doing the best for her-- even if it meant not seeing her most of the time. This went on for the majority of Lain's childhood.

Her senses had broadened, and so she was introduced to music by the time she reached the ripe age of 13 while browsing the internet. Since a lot can happen at age 13, Lain took the opportunity to experiment on her choice of music to listen to, eventually unlocking a new hobby: playing the guitar. With the meager money she'd accumulated from her weekly allowances, she was able to buy herself a classic guitar, named Gutter (as to why it was named Gutter, she had hit it on a literal gutter when she first brought it home).

The different genres of music she found on the internet gave an opening for her to express herself and the music she intended to bring for various audiences. She started off as a folk singer, playing just from her window sill until she had the courage to play from the lawn. One thing led to another, though, as she ventured to meet people out of hopes that she could show more potential in her sung words. Some people, even from those who're from her school, found her pieces very heartwarming.



It didn't last long for her "career". For most of the days, all she ever got to read were harsh criticisms against the music she'd written, and she often got bullied because her compositions sounded as if they've been ripped from Taylor Swift's hip. Lain took it to heart as she tried seeking solace so as to maintain her passion without the risk of judgement. Feeling desolate, she turned to online webcams and dating websites as she streamed for one-two-and God knows how many people. It was as if her comfort zone was confined inside a small computer on a website such as this.



Lain had lost her virginity to Devon Russo, a 24-year-old skater whom she met on the said dating site, which was where it all went downhill for her. Not only that, but it went on consistently... dyeing her hair red, trying out pot, piercings, even dropping out of school happened. The taste of freedom had never felt so good in Lain's perspective. She learned to dismiss all the shit she initially thought she'd bring to her grave, and Devon had offered her a second life.



One uneventful day, Devon left Lain in shambles when he found out and confessed to her that he was going to be a father. The worst of the news? It wasn't hers. Devastated, the redhead turned to different substances as a coping mechanism. Lain knew even her so-called "friends" she met along the way through different gigs wouldn't so much as lay a single finger to console her on the situation. And even though confiding to her mother was out of the question, it didn't take long for Martha to find out. When suspicion rose, Martha knew she had to take measures to her own hands. Thus, consideration for Birchwood Academy had come to play.

After constant bickering and a lot of objects thrown at each other, Lain was forcibly sent to the said academy. At the very least it's better than having to pay a great fee for actual rehab. Who knows? Maybe Lain would come back rightside up.