Savannah Leigh Sypolt -ND-

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Savannah Leigh Sypolt

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NAME:

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AGE:[/b] 18
YEAR: Senior
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Erin Heatherton


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FAMILY:
Brandi Leigh Sypolt - Mom
Ethan Sypolt - Dad
Hope Sypolt - Younger sister - 17
Corey Sypolt - Younger brother - 14
Holly Leigh Sypolt - Daughter - Deceased
HISTORY:
I was born on May 12th, in Texas. We lived in a nice sized house (not a farm, but it had land), and my parents made decent money. I was their first, so they tried not to mess up on raising me, so they raised me by Christian standards. As in, the Ten Commandments and no sex before marriage. I was cool with it, and I still am. I know where they were coming from in raising me like that, and at times they can be really strict, but they love me, and they're just looking out for me.

From the age of two, I had been in love with animals. We had two dogs, Baby and Chance. Baby was a Great Dane, and Chance was a Bernese Mountain Dog. I would always try to take care of them, making sure they were covered up, and I would just baby them. Alongside dogs, I took an interest in horses. When we'd go out, I'd seen them in their barns, or I'd see people riding or taking care of them, and I had always found them fascinating. And on my third birthday, my parents got me a miniature pony. My dad built a stable for her, and everyday, at least three times a day, my mom would take me out there to feed and pamper her. But it wasn't until I hit age four that I started riding; that was also the year I got a younger sister.

My parents raised her exactly how they raised me, but she didn't take a liking to animals, like I had. In fact, she disliked them so much, she'd cry whenever they were around. Mom and dad made them get out of the room whenever she was around, and she has gotten her way since with crying and begging. For the next two years, it was just me and her, then we received a little brother. I hoped and prayed that he would be cooler than my sister. I hoped he would share my love for animals, and that he wouldn't cry so much. I wanted to actually get along with a sibling.

My prayers were answered. Growing up, my brother and I were closer than my sister and I ever were. He liked nature and animals just as much as I did, and my sister was a girly-girl, who only wanted her way. Not to say, I didn't want to be around her. I mean, who would? She was annoying. So, instead of being around her, I'd take the dogs and my brother to the barn, and we would all chill out there with Sugar, my horse.

By the time I was eleven, I outgrew Sugar, but I still adored her, and I spent my time devoted to taking care of her. My parents, though, realized that I needed a new, bigger horse, and they got me another one for my thirteenth birthday, which I named Lance. They also got me a trainer. Within a year, I was competing in shows, and I met my best friend, Alexander. He was fourteen, and he had a passion for animals just like I did. The only bad part was that he lived about an hour away, but we somehow made it work.

By the time I was sixteen, he and I were dating. He was literally perfect. We had the same moral values, and we both loved animals. Not to mention we were best friends, which helped out the relationship a lot. Most of our dates consisted of going to one certain meadow where we would ride our horses and lay in the grass with each other. When I was seventeen, he proposed to me, and I said yes, of course. That was also the night I lost my virginity. A few months later, I found out I was pregnant, and I told him. He didn't leave; he wanted the child. He was a little upset that we were so young, but other than that, he was perfectly fine with it.

He made me tell my mother, though, which was the biggest mistake of my life. She got angry, then told my dad, who got even angrier, and he picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder, and he took me to the doctor's, telling them I wanted an abortion, which I didn't. They told my parents that it was too far along to do so, and they left with me in tow. We didn't speak on the way home, and when we got home, I just went up to my room. I called Alexander, and we talked about baby names, picking out the name Holly Leigh. Then my mom came barging into my room with a doctor, or so he claimed to be.

He did some things to me, and all I remember after that was passing out. I woke up in the hospital, wires everywhere and pure pain. I looked around, seeing Alexander next to me, and my siblings in chairs at the far wall. Alex told me what happened, and then he went to get the doctors. They asked me how I was feeling and everything, and they then told me that because of the abortion process, I wouldn't be able to have kids anymore. They told me they could take out my ovaries, tubes, and everything else, but I told them no. What if there was a small chance I could still have some one day? I wanted to keep that chance.

I stayed there for about two weeks, Alex always by my side. I could tell he was torn up, and one day, the day before I got discharged, he said he needed to go clear his head. I understood what he meant. He left without saying anything more than that he loved me. He didn't come back that night, or the next day. I got released, and I called him, telling him so. He didn't answer, so I waited. I waited for a day before I called his parents, asking where he was. They thought he was here with me, and I told them that he wasn't. After that, it was pure adrenaline. We needed to find him. My parents wouldn't let me out of my room for anything, though, and later that day, Alex's parents called, telling me that they found him and his horse at the meadow we would go to.

He wasn't alive, though, and his horse was no where to be seen. The autopsy said he broke his neck by falling off the horse, which upset me. I wouldn't cry. My body just wouldn't let me. I kept thinking that it was just a bad dream, and that he would be here when I woke up. But that never happened. The funeral happened, and I stayed at his grave for nights on end. We had him buried by Holly's small tomb. During the summer, I packed up my truck and my horse, and I left. I went as far as I could. I ended up in California, attending a boarding school.

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APPEARANCE:
I know I'm giant for a woman. I stand at five feet, eleven inches. I'm also pretty underweight, which I think is from me being a vegetarian. I only weigh 134 pounds. I have no shape to my body, really. I barely fill an 'A' cup in the bras, and I am pretty flat in the butt area. My waist dips in a little bit, but not much. I'm pretty tan, since I live in the sun. Which also brings up the millions of freckles I have. They scatter my face, shoulders, knees, and arms. I love every imperfection around me, though. They make me who I am. I have long, naturally curled honey blonde hair. I don't dye it. I don't curl it. Takes too much time. I have forest green eyes, which I don't really play up. I don't like wearing make up. Again, it takes too much time, and I think beauty is something everyone has. Another marking I have is my daughter's name on the inside of my left ring finger. Just small, black, cursive letters.

My style is pretty typical for a Texan. I don't really try hard. I just wear a clean shirt, mostly plaid things or tank tops. I almost always wear cut off jean shorts. There's nothing like them. I either wear cowboy boots or some sort of tennis shoe. I like being comfortable. Fashion doesn't matter when you work with farm animals.
LIKES:

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* Animals
* Children
* Chocolate
* Science and math
* Rain boots
* Dancing in the rain
* Riding horses
* Living in the country
* Being outdoors
* Running
* Late night walks
* Camping
* Summer and fall
* Her accent
* Texas
* Mud
* Wrestling
* Adventures
* Singing
* Beer
* Bars
* Skinny Dipping
* Country music
* People
* Her truck
DISLIKES:
* Animal abuse and child abuse
* Big Cities
* Being inside all day
* Grape and strawberry flavoring
* Breaking promises/broken promises
* Abortion
* High heels
* The feeling when lotion is on your skin
* Fighting whether it be physically or verbally
* Disappointing people
* Having to pay to get her nails done
* Coffee
* Being rushed
* When people insult her or things she likes
* Women being treated wrong
* Meat
* Messes
* Bad breathe or odors
*Wearing her glasses
FEARS:
* Her nightmares.
* People finding out she had an abortion, and that it went wrong.
* Disappointing people.
SECRET:
* Her parents forced her to have an abortion when she was seventeen.
* She can't have children because some things went bad during the abortion.
GOAL:
* Find someone who will accept her as she is
* Become a vet for farm animals
* Buy a farm to run
* Move to Pennsylvania or Texas
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EXPERIENCE: 9 years
TIMEZONE:

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CHARACTERS: Max, Jared, Luna, Andie, Courtlynn, Travis, and Kim
FOUND: Izzy
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