Paige Sanders
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There are some people who are difficult to look away from. Paige Sanders is one of them. Taken individually, none of her features really explain it, the sum somehow being more than the sum of her parts. It's not that her features are unattractive by any means, yet, maybe it's something in the way she moves, or the way she looks at people, or the way she carries herself, but it's not hard to find someone whose eyes seem to keep getting drawn toward her. Medium length hair of palest platinum blonde falls from her scalp in a loose and jagged cut, intentionally messy, falls around her heart-faced shape, stunning blue eyes gazing out from above prominent cheekbones and below thick lashes. She does not tend to be shy on the makeup -- if she is out anywhere remotely public, she's wearing something to make a feature pop, whether it's heavy eyeliner or darkly vivid red lipstick. Her form itself is willowy and lean, standing at an average height for a woman with a chest tending to the smaller side and only soft curves leading to her hips, femininity undeniable but not exaggerated. She tends to clothes that leave as much of an impression as her makeup, as varied in their use as in their setting -- she's just as likely to be wearing a punkish outfit of torn leather during a night on the town as she is an evening dress in a busy club. A native from South Boston who grew up with very little, Paige was the pride of her family when she got accepted into Harvard with a full ride -- and their greatest disappointment when she dropped out without any real explanation after only a year to go 'find herself'. Since then, she's been pouring her work into her music, though her Spotify would show it hasn't exactly been the most successful endeavor so far. She's moved to Chicago to try to start fresh and seek some inspiration for her work. Music: Her life, her love, her passion, it's rare that Paige can be found without her laptop, tapping away at a DAW, whether at home -- where she has something of a studio in the works -- or in public, where she'll more often be experimenting with different plugins to make new sounds. She consumes just as voraciously as she produces, and is more than happy to talk about it. Social Butterfly: Never one to shy away from a throng of bodies, Paige is usually right in the middle of the dance floor, moving, flirting, gossipping, or getting the crowd to actually do the steps for a line dance -- yes, even you, wallflower, come on and get out here. If there's a party around, there's a good chance she'll be there, and if not in the crowd you might just spot her in the DJ's booth. Neonate: She's not been doing this Kindred thing for particularly long, but it seems her erstwhile Sire set her on a decent path before she vanished to wherever she vanished to. She's still working on getting a grip on some of the formalities of her new unlifestyle, but she knows her place and her role for now. Crone: Tapping into the primal powers that flow in the hearts of all -- it's no wonder that the call of the Circle and their occult ways have drawn her in. She's not comfortable with some of the extremes, not yet, but she's wanting to learn more. So much more. Maybe you'll be the first? More Pictures Coming Soon
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