When Faith's brain had fully developed in the womb her mother died. Faith survived. The nurse that took her from her mother's corpse also died shortly after touching Faith. Her father hated her, and refused to touch her. He lived. Every nanny he hired to look after her also died, and eventually not even illegal immigrants would touch her when offered vast sums of money.
Apart from this, Faith was a very plain child. She had unhealthy looking brown hair, which had been cut short by one of her many deceased baby sitters, and her eyes were a muted grey brown. Her skin was almost yellow, with a few freckles that stubbornly lived, and she stayed in a constant state of looking terminally ill.
Many doctors puzzled over why everyone who made physical contact with her invariably died almost immediately. There were many theories that could not be proved, as running tests meant touching her and they were too scared to even try. When she was five years old it was decided that she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, with protective coverings and stern warnings to others not to touch her.
She attended St. Jude's Complete Academic Institute for the Difficult to Raise, which was really just an insane asylum with a school attached. Unbelievably, to her especially, she made friends.
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Faith
Random"Anything is possible. Most things are just aggressively unlikely." Faith never had it easy. She was a girl who had to grow up in this patriarchal world. And there was also the small matter that whoever touched her inexplicably died. Hated by her fa...
