Bio 1, Karen
Name: Karen (care/n) ((yeah, kinda obvious, I know.))
Stories so far: From Safe Haven for Street Kids by TrueImpossiblity in New World RPG
Age: 16
Personality: Karen has a sharp mind, make (usually) good observations, loves drawing, and loves reading, especially mysteries. She gets along with younger kids easily. When she lived with her mom, the neighboring kids would come over just for her to tell them a story, for every character seemed to come alive in their minds when she read. She is easy going, but now guarded and wary because of her past. She is really uncomfortable around older males. Karen is devoted to the way her mother raised her, in a firm christian way. Standing up for herself and helpless others seems to be bred into her, the exception being her uncle. One really good way to describe Karen is naive and loyal. She is naive to most jokes, being left out of the loop, more often that not. LOL But is willing to be a lifelong friend, so long as you treat her right.
Appearance: Wears a worn black long sleeve shirt with the silver words 'これを家庭で試みてはいけない。 それは私のトリックである!'((Don't bother. LOL)) on the front, black jeans with the right knee torn, and dirty white tennis shoes. Carries a blue/white backpack with a few changes of clothes, bathing suit, two notebooks, photo album, worn/well loved bible, and a pretty silver frame with a photo of her mom. At 5',3" and 89 lbs. (underfed) with mud-matted, shoulder length dark blonde hair and grey-green eyes, Karen is often mistaken as a feminine boy of around 11 or 12. That was what she had planed when she cut her long silky dark blonde hair she was so fond of into the shabby length it was then. Her long hair had reminded her so much of her mother, but she couldn't risk
him finding her again.
Story so far: Karen had runaway twice before, only to have him, her uncle, drag her back by the same long hair her mother loved braiding. She had lived happily with her single mom until she was 14. Every day after work, her mom would pull her close in a bear hug and tell her how proud she was of her and that she was such a smart and pretty little thing.
Every day before school, Karen would tell her mom, "I love you, work hard, and come home safe." Every day, except that one day. This day, 14 yr. old Karen had a huge test in math and had spend the whole night before studying, only to over sleep and be late for school, her mom already left for work. It was later in school when the principle called her into the office, only to tell her that she would never again get a bear hug from her mom, never get the chance to say good-bye.
The one day Karen hadn't told her to 'come home safe' was the day her mother died in the car wreck. Soon after, the state decided, as her only living relative, her father's bother would take her in. Karen didn't protest, her mind still in shock. Her uncle helped her move into a room upstair and the first 3 or 4 weeks were fine, if a bit stiff.
He then moved her down into the basement with a concrete floor and brick walls. There was a twin bed with a worn pink quilt, a green dresser, and a wooden chest in the corners. It was then his visits started. He would force himself on her so often as 3 or 4 times a week. She'd fought, yes, but he didn't enroll her in school, didn't let her out of the house, and force her to cook. No one knew of her existence. She'd finally taken desperate measures and completely disguise herself. She managed to run two state away. She could finally stop. After little over two years, she was free of him. She hoped.
