[center][b]Kirsten Cherry[/b]
[i]"Tell me I'm not the realest, I dare you."[/i]
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[b]Gender[/b]: Female
[b]Age[/b]: Seven+¼

[b]Personality[/b]: Kirsten is a brilliant young mind with an appreciation for hip-hop culture and a general lack of human morals. Having been given a great amount of power at a young age, she doesn't play by the rules or listen to anybody, giving her a distinctive aura of not giving a fuck. She's a little lonely, though, since she hasn't got many other all-powerful children to cavort among. Oh, and she's developed a bit of a sadistic streak, even though she still much prefers play to pain.

[b]History[/b]: Kirsten's life has been a short one, but not one without its flavours...

See, she's somewhat of a child genius, born into a poor family with no particular defining attributes or quirks. Even with their long history of nothing interesting ever happening, her parents quickly realized their child's latent style and begun to devote themselves to her. She was isolated from other children, given the best love that a mother could manage while her husband was working three jobs to feed and clothe them. In time, however, the young couple couldn't support both theirs and their daughter's well-being, and things began to roll downhill. 

Now, this entire time, Kirsten kept to herself and withdrew into her own, personal world. Her parents thought that this was just one more sign of her genius, but she was honestly just losing interest with them. She disliked the same old room, and toys, so she searched for anything that might remove her from that boredom. Sometimes, she would spend many long hours gazing listlessly out the window of her small bedroom, looking out into the slums beyond. 

One fateful day, she spotted a group of individuals in peculiar garb, loitering at the basketball court across the way. She watched them curiously, only to find herself captivated by the most peculiar sound. A boombox of sorts, carried by the tallest of the men, was spouting some dope track from a local rap artist. Little Kirsten, whose ears had been a musical virgin up until that point, quickly found herself hip-hoppin' along with the jive. And this is how she became the very realest, for it was that very night that she awoke to find herself with godlike powers!

[b]Domain[/b]: Darkness, Death and those who happen to be Dead.
[b]Bear Pun[/b]: She may bearly koalafy as a God, due to her relatively low physical maturity.
[b]Trivia[/b]: Kirsten likes to get down... one might say she jams to fresh beats as well, from time to time.