Sorry it took me so long to post; life generally sucks for me.

~Name: Laura Deirdre
~Alias: Arianna Silvera
~Age: 16
~Gender: Female
~Original Appearance: Standing at an average height of 5'5", Laura is seemingly a European goddess of battle in her appearance, yet her personality does not show it: Her eyes are a deep forest green color with flecks of golden brown around her pupils, and her hair, thick and shoulder-length, is deep dark brown in color. Despite the slight pale tone of her skin, her build definitely shows her fitness: almost bodybuilder type in strength, her biceps, triceps, and legs gently ripple with this physical prescence, yet remain not so intimidating to some. Even her abdominal muscles are well-formed, and the same with her figure, naturally curved.
Due to her modest nature, Laura dresses in slightly baggy clothes consisting of a black shirt reading in red "Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was the suspect," and jeans that appear to have a slight hint of turquoise to them. Her shoes are simply black high-tops.
~New Appearance: In this form, Arianna is still fit physically, although she doesn't look it. Shrinking down to around 5'1", Arianna's eyes are an inky dark brown in color, her hair now black with a unique tinge of indigo, yet keeping the same thickness and length. Her skin still remains pale, although now showing a tan which seems to bring out her being partially of Native American descent, yet her build has obtained a drastic change: her figure is now brought out, although maintaining more of a bust than hip size, and her arms and legs are now "soft," lacking their former definition. She also managed to obtain a slight belly, in which many question whether or not she's obese.
Her clothing has also changed greatly. Arianna is now adorned in a somewhat large Metallica band shirt for the Master of Puppets album, and her pants are now knee-length boy's shorts dark green in color, both also found trashed during the escape.
~Personality: Laura/Arianna is kind, compassionate, and caring. However, she seems to dwell too much on the negative things in life, which has led to some of her stress and even depressive nature. Modest in nature, she seems to be in denial of the things going for her, as in intelligence, a sense of humor, and according to the one she loves, beauty. She's really a "gifted" girl, yet many think that she'd put brawns before brains and such, in which she intimidates those who think that by doing the opposite. While she seems introverted at first, she eventually opens up and realizes that survival will be a major factor, which includes making relations with others, to her.
~Relationships: In a relationship with Michael Silvern.
~Animal: Chinchilla
~Animal Appearance: Her pelt's color is a mix of silvery grey and charcoal black, yet aside from that, nothing too special about her.
~Theme Song: "Not Like the Other Girls" by The Rasmus (only because it seems to be a slightly depressive song; she understands that she isn't too unique...)
~Other: Not really.

~*~Arianna Silvera~*~
I won't let this build up inside of me

The coldest of sweats drifted down the back of my neck..."dead in a few weeks?" "Failed?" Maybe my mother was right all along in not supporting my growth. Maybe she didn't care what would happen to me, much less now. My clothes were definitely baggy now; suprisingly, my shirt was even longer on me. Clearly I had shrinked in height, and not to mention became...fat. My anxiousness to see Michael's reaction was evident by the look on my face, as I turned on my side to look up. People were escaping this steel hell, and running for their lives. It seemed to leave me and a few others, one of which appeared to be in his early twenties now...Michael?

Slightly panicking, I scooted myself over and gazed down upon him. I was nervous even if this was the one I loved more than anything. He was still asleep, so I had no other choice. Gently touching his cheek, I slowly neared myself towards his other cheek. Right before I could nuzzle him, I heard him.

"Who...are you?" I was greatly upset now. Did my face even look different? I sighed, and lifted myself up, still slightly fatigued after the lack of sleep I had the night before, and disturbances I felt during the "nap" everybody seemed to experience.

"Michael, it's me..." I spoke, my voice trembling. I gazed down upon my figure; he loved my figure in my "old form," but would he learn to accept this new me? "We have no time now, though. We've got to get out of here..." Still shocked, he nodded and stood, his hand gently reaching towards mine to help me up. I quietly thanked him as we quickly made our way to catch up with the others. Wherever we were to go with this group of people, I just hoped that eventually we'd manage to survive these few weeks we had left, and for me, a new pair of clothes.

And I apologize if it's too short. I'm mainly gonna try and get Kakashi to post.