Samantha Heatherfield - Daughter of Dionysus
My parents named me Samantha Yun Heatherfield , but my pen name is Sam Knox That is also what I go by when cross-dressing.
In case you're blind, I look like an 'Asian,' rather flat-chested girl with short, messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. I stand at 162 cm (about 5' 3'') and I'm pretty good at passing off as a guy if I do say so myself
I have 17 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Mother who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at nothing really. Most what I'm good at I worked towards, so I guess you could say that I'm good at staying focused and striving to accomplish things. Oh and I've always been really good at school, as well as writing..
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see writing, music (with the exception of heavy metal + screamo), nature and animals, doodling, exploring, reading (especially Shakespeare), and acting.
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Dumb people, heavy metal + screamo, people who disturb me while I'm reading, People who dislike Shakespeare and spicy food with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use My twin swords that hide themselves as double-ended fountain pen. Did I mention? It also turns into a bow and quiver when I uncap the other side? to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
To understand some bits of my life, you kind of have to look at my mother's. You see, she was 25 when she married Jake Heatherfield, a man she always said was the love of her life. Their love must have been star-crossed however as he died in a horrific accident a week before their first anniversary. She kept his name and decided that she would never remarry. I was born just under a year later. In some strange twist of fate, my mother's best friend, who had been fighting with cancer for several weeks, died on the day I was born. I was named Samantha in her honor. So there you have it, now you know why my name is Samantha Heatherfield because let's be honest, you were expecting something to go with my heritage weren't you?
But on to my life. I was born in England, and grew up there. When I was 10 however my Mother moved us to North America to live with my Uncle, I'm still not quite sure why, although I have my suspicions. Over the seven years I've been here I've almost lost my accent, although it still pops up from time to time, especially when I use the British terminology for things, as opposed to the American one (for example 'french fries' are chips, and 'chips' are crisps).
I can't say exactly when it was that I started cross-dressing, nor can I say exactly why I do it, but I do. My mother's always thought that it's because of my lack of a father figure in my life (Hence why she moved us in with my uncle, at least in my opinion), but that's never really been a problem for me. I think. I always thought my father was Jake Heatherfield and that my mother was pregnant with me already when he died, so it wasn't as though I was expecting him to just walk through the door one day and start being a dad. I was fine with the fact that my father was dead, my life certainly would have been easier if that was the truth.
Ah yes, and now on to the topic of my real dad. Now you might be wondering how I found out that Jake isn't my dad, well here's how: I was attacked by monsters. No I'm not joking. Flesh and blood monsters, like you might expect to find in a book, or in a movie. Of course, they were monsters from Greek myth, but still, they were monsters. Of course, a sudden monster attack does not just spark a sudden revelation about my father, it was a lot more complicated than that. You see, on instinct, I pulled out the fountain pen that always sits in my pocket and uncapped the silver end. Let's just say I was extremely surprised when it morphed into twin swords. I managed to fight off the monsters and ran home. My mother didn't really understand it either, although she told me that my father wasn't Jake, that it was someone else, and that he had been the one to give me the pen on my 5th birthday.
OH! And I almost forgot. I only loosely base my stories on my life, so don't expect them to be, like, an autobiography or anything!
In case you're blind, I look like an 'Asian,' rather flat-chested girl with short, messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. I stand at 162 cm (about 5' 3'') and I'm pretty good at passing off as a guy if I do say so myself
I have 17 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Mother who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at nothing really. Most what I'm good at I worked towards, so I guess you could say that I'm good at staying focused and striving to accomplish things. Oh and I've always been really good at school, as well as writing..
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see writing, music (with the exception of heavy metal + screamo), nature and animals, doodling, exploring, reading (especially Shakespeare), and acting.
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Dumb people, heavy metal + screamo, people who disturb me while I'm reading, People who dislike Shakespeare and spicy food with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use My twin swords that hide themselves as double-ended fountain pen. Did I mention? It also turns into a bow and quiver when I uncap the other side? to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
To understand some bits of my life, you kind of have to look at my mother's. You see, she was 25 when she married Jake Heatherfield, a man she always said was the love of her life. Their love must have been star-crossed however as he died in a horrific accident a week before their first anniversary. She kept his name and decided that she would never remarry. I was born just under a year later. In some strange twist of fate, my mother's best friend, who had been fighting with cancer for several weeks, died on the day I was born. I was named Samantha in her honor. So there you have it, now you know why my name is Samantha Heatherfield because let's be honest, you were expecting something to go with my heritage weren't you?
But on to my life. I was born in England, and grew up there. When I was 10 however my Mother moved us to North America to live with my Uncle, I'm still not quite sure why, although I have my suspicions. Over the seven years I've been here I've almost lost my accent, although it still pops up from time to time, especially when I use the British terminology for things, as opposed to the American one (for example 'french fries' are chips, and 'chips' are crisps).
I can't say exactly when it was that I started cross-dressing, nor can I say exactly why I do it, but I do. My mother's always thought that it's because of my lack of a father figure in my life (Hence why she moved us in with my uncle, at least in my opinion), but that's never really been a problem for me. I think. I always thought my father was Jake Heatherfield and that my mother was pregnant with me already when he died, so it wasn't as though I was expecting him to just walk through the door one day and start being a dad. I was fine with the fact that my father was dead, my life certainly would have been easier if that was the truth.
Ah yes, and now on to the topic of my real dad. Now you might be wondering how I found out that Jake isn't my dad, well here's how: I was attacked by monsters. No I'm not joking. Flesh and blood monsters, like you might expect to find in a book, or in a movie. Of course, they were monsters from Greek myth, but still, they were monsters. Of course, a sudden monster attack does not just spark a sudden revelation about my father, it was a lot more complicated than that. You see, on instinct, I pulled out the fountain pen that always sits in my pocket and uncapped the silver end. Let's just say I was extremely surprised when it morphed into twin swords. I managed to fight off the monsters and ran home. My mother didn't really understand it either, although she told me that my father wasn't Jake, that it was someone else, and that he had been the one to give me the pen on my 5th birthday.
OH! And I almost forgot. I only loosely base my stories on my life, so don't expect them to be, like, an autobiography or anything!
