|Name| Zoe Maria-Valeria Anderson-Lee-Hall
|Nickname| Just Zoe. Some people will call her Anderson though, but only if they are really good friends of hers.
|Age| 17
|Gender| Female
|Birthday| October 31, 1993
|Nationality| American
|Personality| Zoe is almost like two different people at the same time. On the outside, when you first meet her, she is cold, distant, barely says more than five syllables per sentence, and spiteful. However, if you are able to make it past her hard outer shell, you will find a completely different person on the inside. She is silently crying out for someone to care enough to look past her cold, hard, outer shell. Zoe is caring and sweet, gentle, forgiving, patient, and a true "softy". Once you've gotten to know her, she explodes with a variety of different ideas, opinions, and crazy moments. She does have fairly low self esteem, but one would not know that. She also has very big trust issues, due to her history.
|Likes and Dislikes| Zoe likes music, like any typical teenager. She also enjoys the silence of night, and the cold, brisk winter air. She dislikes people who judge on outer appearances, and the "preppy" crowd in general, since she has had bad experiences with them at her old schools.
|Habits/Hobbies| Zoe is a gymnast, and an experienced one at that. She also draws quite a bit, though she will never let anybody see.
A big habit of Zoe's is running her fingers through her bangs. She will do this every other minute, and is lucky enough that her hair falls exactly into place and doesn't look stupid. She also fiddles with her earrings a lot,
|History| Zoe was born to a single mother in the slums of New York City. By the time she was 13, she was dancing and working at bars and restaurants, just to scrap up enough cash to feed her and her mother. They slept in buildings when they could find a place that would let them, and sleep outside when they couldn't. When Zoe was 15, her mother died from an extremely high fever, one that could have been cured if they;d had the money. Since then she has kept herself closed off from people, only willing to love them if they prove they won't leave her. The past summer she saw an advertisement for St. Ursula's, which she filled out and sent as a last shot. When the acceptance letter came back, she packed everything she had into a small duffel bag and headed to Ohio.
|Crush| None
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend| No one
|Group Associated With| Punk/Goth
|Grade(9-12))| 11
|Other| Nothing
