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[center]|εsρεη|[/center]

[center][b]Age[/b][/center]
[center][i]14 years old.[/i][/center]
[center][b]Gender[/b][/center]
[center][i]♀ฺ[/i][/center]
[center][b]Personality[/b][/center]
[center][i]Though very high-strung, Espen is quite a little girl. If that could be taken as a good thing. She is smart, but has much yet to learn, and is eager to soak up any knowledge she can. Whenever she falls silent, she is no doubt deciphering something about the unknown, something that many never truly bother to question. Perhaps that is why she seems a little...off kilter. Was it because someone so young thought so hard? Or was it because she knows something everyone else doesn't? No one knows. Those that asked, never got an answer, only a bright smile and a shrug. As complicated as she can be, Espen is a caring person at heart, but is riddled with many inhibitions. Many things that she has quieted down from, things that have turned her to a darker nature. She may smile, but steel lies at her core, melting away slowly, yet steadily. As her heart tries to break free from the barrier she had built for a long time- bordering insanity.[/i][/center]
[center][b]Criminal Offense[/b][/center]
[center][i]As a child, Espen had been very fond of fire. In fact, it was the flames that she took comfort in, they would tell her stories with their images, and provide her with warmth. She wondered how such a dangerous thing could be so wonderful, so...beautiful. In fact, it hadn't been long after she had first begun lighting small matches to larger, yet contained flares. She could manage to keep them contained, until the ever fateful day an officer had caught her about to light a small couch near the back of their unit. He yelled at her to put her hands up just as she was pouring a little bit of 'ignition fluid' into the flames. She responded with a gasp, surprised by the booming voice behind her, and in her haste to comply, the bottle slipped from her hands and fell into the fire below. What happened next, happened very, very fast. Though it seemed to go by extremely slow for Espen. As soon as the bottle landed with a sickening [b]thud[/b], the flames flickered before roaring to life, exploding beside Espen and licking at her legs as she was knocked out of the way. The officer had received the brunt of the fire, it had scorched his clothes, nipping at the skin on his back. The flames were spreading quickly, and Espen knew that if she stayed, she would be in horrible trouble, that if she ran, she might have a chance.. Without thinking, her fist brought itself upon the officers jaw, causing him to do no more than let out a groan- she was quite a bit smaller than him after all. But she did manage to take him by surprise, allowing herself time to wriggle out of his grasp and dash to the door. It wasn't long though before she had been cornered, the officer, Jake Reynolds, had her pinned against the wall of the unit and had cuffs on her in no-time. As he was a family friend, or more so, a friend to her father, he had managed to persuade the system into letting her legs be cleansed and properly bandaged, as well as covered with her favorite knee-high socks. Soon after, she had been thrown into the juvenile systems. Left to think over what she had done. Yet again, she felt no remorse, only a bitter hatred burning inside.[/i][/center]
[center][b]History[/b][/center]
[center][i]Espen has always liked to runaway from her housing unit. Not that she could go anywhere on the small shuttle, she had always been returned by Mr. Reynolds, who seemed to know where she'd be. She had always liked to feel the longing in her chest that reminded her she was alive, that reminded her she was in fact human. Even after receiving plenty of scolds from her parents, even a minor strike from her mother, and still didn't feel any remorse for what she had done. She had only felt the thrill of the adventure, the fire in her chest at the realization that she cared enough to want to go back. But never, not even once, did she ever feel that unmistakable pang of regret, the little voice in the back of her head never spoke up, never warned her off, leaving her to her own devices. Her parents had soon had enough heartbreak, enough stress from their no-doubt troubled child. They had said it was for her own good, to be locked away from the outside world and kept under wraps in their unit. This, of course had led her spiraling into more of a defiant young girl, causing her to spiral off into her own world, Seek relief from the world within the flames she lit. Trouble was, she never found any.[/i][/center]
[center][b]Relationship(s)[/b][/center]
[center][i]None as of yet.[/i][/center]
[center][b]Other[/b][/center]
[center][i]Hella Cool & Hopefully it isn't too late for me to join. >3[/i][/center]