Name: Cela Cruz (OOC is it cool to use the same name, or do people not like that, I'm kind of afraid I'll just get confused if I switch it up... lol)
Age: 22
Hometown: New York, NY
Appearance: Long silky black hair, small girl, but with a beautiful curved figure. Usually wearing a white, or light colored cotton top, and a long skirt, with some kind of flower or leaf pattern. Her general casual outfit, but it still makes her look like a rich girl to most people. Well, she was before.
Skills: college education, writing degree, plays guitar
Background History: Cela was from a very wealthy family. They weren't really affected by the depression. They had money, not in banks, and actually took advantage of the situation and the excess of cheap labor. The depression in a way helped finish putting her through college. Not that her family needed help with that at all. People had told her, she wasn't immune to the depression, but she always laughed it off. Cela had just finished college in Detroit. She was awaiting a train ticket from her parents, but it didn't come. Instead, she got a letter, not from her parents, but from a neighbor. According to the letter, her parents had both died in a house fire. Without a written will, their lawyer apparently was able to write him self in to inheriting all their possessions. This left Cela with her belongings in college, and nothing else. One second, she was rich, care free, the next, everything was take from her. She went out, trying to sell belongings, expensive dresses and such, but didn't get much from them. She had some money, but it didn't last long, before she knew it she was broke, everything gone or sold. The last night she could stay in the dorm past. She was out on the street with a bag full of her clothes, a few dollars, her guitar, and no idea how to live out on the street.

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