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Name: Ashlee Simpson
Age: 19
Year in college: 2nd/Sophomore
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lb
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue

Ashlee was raised a small-town girl, and she’s proud of it. Being raised in a small town in Texas taught her good morals and respect for others, as well as how to love people will her heart and not her eyes. Ashlee and her sister were raised in Richardson, where life is simple and the only thing anybody actually worries about is when the football game is gonna be playing on TV. Ashlee’s interests strangely moved from the traditional sport to dance and skating. She wanted to skate or dance or do something in that field as she got older. Her mother realized her interests and enrolled her into a school for dance, which she loved and did not take for granted in the least. She took classes in all the types of dance, but her favorites were jazz, ballroom, street and ballet. During her education in dance, she hit a depressive streak from peer pressure and the pressure to succeed in everything she did, which caused her to go through an eating disorder. She overcame this obstacle.

Her sister, Jessica, chose a path towards medicine or something (Ashlee honestly can’t remember) and headed to college in Tennessee for it, whatever it is. Ashlee decided to follow her passion of dance even further, taking it up at a college specifically designed for girls like her, who don't want to go into law or medicine or computer tech. She found Arts University and applied as quick as she could, before all the dance spots were taken up. She was surprised to see that she had gotten in. How awesome was that?

Socially, she’s very awkward when it comes to actually meeting people. She’s too shy for her own good and stutters when she speaks. She’s very self-conscious about her facial-structure and doesn’t take well to compliments. When she opens up enough, though, she is loud and hyper, with tons of great ideas for how to get herself into trouble. When she succeeds she’s quick to flutter her eyelashes at the officer or authority figure in question and let herself off the hook. She learned that trick from her sister, who just succeeds in doing the same thing with a lot more boob showing.

Ashlee would rather read a book than run around and go to clubs and parties. She may love to dance, but she’s not one for public humiliation in front of people she doesn’t know, let alone trust. She would rather wear a pair of torn jeans than a pretty dress, and would rather wear her hair up in a messy bun than down in a bunch of ringlets or straightened or whatever the fuck the new style is. Her appearance is the least of her worries. If she thought she was beautiful then it might be different, but for now she’ll just stick to enjoying herself.