Dayla Fredriksen

• name; Dayla Fredriksen
• age; 16
• gender; Female
• clubs; Book club(member) and Tennis club (Vice president)
• nationality; Japanese and Norwegian
• birthday; August 4th
• blood type; AB
• hair color; Blonde
• eye color; Blue
• favorite subjects; English, PE, psychology
• favorite foods; Sodd (A Norwegian dish) and Okonomiyaki
• occupation; Student, 3rd year
• relationship status; Single
• crushing on; no one *cough cough* Sergio *cough cough* Oh, sorry my cold seems to be acting up.
• play-by; Unknown

Very tall at five feet nine inches, Dayla has a slim yet graceful build. Her skin is a natural tan color, even in a colder, less sunny environment. Her blonde hair has a layered cut and reaches down to her mid-back and is usually tied back or in a braid while she keeps her bangs out of her face. Her eyes are a cool blue color, going nicely against her skin. She smiles a lot, even with her insecurities.

Her clothing she wears is simple, yet elegant. She prefers clothing with rich colors such as browns and golds with rare exceptions with the color pink. Commonly, her clothing has long sleeves and a modestly short skirt that goes to her knees. While being away from the academy, she typically is barefoot. She is usually seen with a novel or a tennis racket.

How would you feel to be the tall girl in the crowd, something strange for many people of Japanese descent. With her tall height, she tends to be a little more shy around boys for the most part (Sergio excluded) and tends to embarrass herself a lot. She wishes she was shorter, like the majority of the Ouran academy's female class. But hey, we can only plan out our children's appearance to a point. This blonde girl tends to get ahead of herself, blurting things out before she truly thinks about them. Things like this seem very negative about the tall girl, but things aren't purely bad about her.

She is a very loyal companion. She loves sports, swimming, soccer, tennis, anything. She excels at tennis and takes pride in her playing skills. She always tends to get into the swing of things though after a few days and constantly tries to do more things, which lead her to joining the book club. She is a happy person, aside from her awkward moments with her height.

Dayla was born on August 4th to Ovar Fredriksen and Akira Saito in Okinawa, Japan. She had a happy life at a young age, her parents doting on their only daughter. Dayla tutored her so she also managed to skip a grade, entering the first grade by her fifth birthday. She took classes such as tennis at a young age. Many different characters were in those classes, although one of the nice boys she liked was in her tennis class at the time. He didn't speak Japanese, and he always had a sad look in his eyes. She would always pick him as a partner though whenever they broke it pairs. He was better at the game then she was, but she still had a lot of fun with the boy.

Over the years, the two of them became good friends. His mastery of the Japanese language wasn't very good, but they still had a good time with playing Tennis. This was a time before insecurities, when most girls were taller than the little boys. It was a happy time, even with her parents screaming at each other in Norwegian in the room next to her. It was at this age that she unfortunately learned her first Norwegian phrase: råtne i helvete! By her ninth birthday, the Fredriksen family split up and Ovar moved his daughter to Norway with him. She grew accustomed to living in norway, picking up the language easily as she had been taught the basics as a young child. This was not to say though she didn't let phrases from her parent's fights slip out from time to time, innocence flowing from the horrid words.

By the age of thirteen, something remarkable happened. Ovar and Akira managed to find that spark again and it wasn't long before Dayla moved back to Japan. By this time, her father who was a CEO for a medicinal company, decided it was time to send his daughter to a real school. She went to Ouran elementary, where kids picked on her for her rusty Japanese. She didn't let it bother her though, having more concerns about her height that of what people said about her height. She convinced her father to sign her up for tennis classes again and grew attached to the sport again. She no longer saw her little Argentinian friend anymore at the classes. She even signed up for dance classes for a chance to see him, although she had no luck there. It wasn't until she found out about the tennis club that she saw him again. It was to her relief that several years later, the boy was fluent in the language.