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name:Morgan Jane Rowan
age:21
Height:4'3
Weight:100
Likes:dancing dirty, loud music, dogs, loud engines, big trucks, Harley motor cycles, rum, a cigarette once in awhile
Dislikes:annoying people, perverts, dark alleys
Zodiac Sign:Sagittarius
Special Talent:Making everyone in the room mad at record speed. Making smoke rings in the air.
Profession:She went to college for animal sciences and is now a veterinarian
Bio: Morgan grew up in Michigan, in the backwoods, With a rather large family she never minded much, She was raised by her grandparents. She had always been small, but she was not small for no reason, you see she was born premature. It wasn't her mothers fault though, her mother was only fourteen when she got pregnant, and didn't consent either. Her mother tried to force labor three months early, with drugs, she succeeded. Morgan was born with defects and soon after she was born, was adopted by her grandparents.
When she was sixteen her whole world was flipped upside down, she moved from her happy go lucky life along with her family down to West Virginia. There guys suddenly seemed interested in her and that is when she found her dislike for perverts no not dislike that's not strong enough, hate for perverts is more like it. She got into fights in high school not big ones, she was always trying to protect herself.
Despite everything she had always gotten straight A's and graduated with honors, she went to college with a scholarship to Canada. After she graduated from there and came to sol city to find something new.
Personality: She has always been quiet and shy, never getting involved unless completely necessary, she sticks to the sidelines and even when she is in an argument she prefers to tier the person down one piece at a time with facts so they leave broken, She is strong willed, but you only see her stubbornness when she generally cares about what she's standing up for other times she is completely silent. She has walls up around her heart and mind that will be hard to break but once you become close to her, she will always be there for you no matter what.
Pet: mocha, a ruff looking mutt mix

Your character's favorite song:

Name:
Jamal Ahmad Jamali

Age:
32

Appearance:
Jamal cuts an imposing figure, intimidating in a way that cannot be easily described. He keeps a stern look on his face, easily turned into a face of anger. Thick furrowed eyebrows, tight lips and piercing brown eyes can break the hardest of criminals. His skin a dark chocolate, calloused in many places but clean of wrinkles. Small, immaculate silver studs adorn his ear with a dull golden stud in the helix of his right ear. A clenched jawline with stubble leads to broad shoulders and an athletic figure. Not enough to be out of place but enough to set him above a crowd. He has an even pace and large strides, when undercover he walks with a swagger that makes him seem untouchable. Bulging arms seem to tighten every sleeve he wears while large hands which make finding gloves that fit a trying process. Long, thick legs let him cover far distances in a shorter time period but becomes problematic when buying jeans. Large feet only serve to indicate that everything about him is indeed larger than life.

Height:
6'2"

Weight:
210lbs

Likes:

• Oranges
• Acting
• Crossing his arms and staring really intensely
• Betraying unsuspecting criminals
• Training, whether in the firing range or his holy temple (the gym)

Dislikes:

• Anything negative surrounding oranges
• Weakness in himself
• Unnecessary humour
• Fire
• Corruption in the force
• Racists, sexists, islamophobes, homophobes, etc.
• Politics
• Apples
• Laziness
• Liking things

Zodiac Sign:
Taurus

Special Talent:
An almost uncanny ability in acting like the type of people he hates, a criminal.

Profession:
Undercover police officer and has been in the force since the minimum age of recruitment.

Bio/Personality:
Jamal was born to a Pakistani father and an African American high school graduate, birthed in Punjab province in Pakistan. His grandfather, Muhammad Jamali, disapproved of the relationship between his father Ahmad and his mother Arya and as the elder of the house, told the pair to either get rid of Jamal or get out of his house. Poor, broke but still madly in love, they fled to the big city to earn for the family, carrying a newborn Jamal. Ahmad was forced to work as a bus driver in Lahore while Arya earned as much money as she could selling oranges delivered from the a friend's orchard outside Lahore. The newborn often stayed to accompany his mother while she worked in the market, selling the citrus only for most of the money to go back to the providers.

Jamal had most of his early, formative years in the beautiful city of Lahore. It was the second most populous city in Pakistan behind Karachi and was also one of the wealthiest. Even as a "poor family", he could not recall any times in which food or water was difficult to find. They lived in an adequately sized apartment near the old, walled city. They were not a broken family either, his parents loved each other and the family was together quite frequently. If he could recall, he would remember smiles and happy faces. They prayed together and slept near each other. His father was a humble man who did not speak much and earned little but was easy on the smile. His mother had always been his favourite however.

Arya frequently told stories of Sol City to her child as he grew up, having been born and had met his father there while studying at the university. She told him of the abundance of lights in the city skyline, the fast moving cars, the money that flowed with easy. She lovingly recalled meeting his father, something that made baby Jamal's face contort in childlike disgust. She also bitterly told him about her move to Pakistan upon Ahmad's insistence, ending up in the situation they were in. But she had always ended the stories with a kiss and a youthful smile, popping an orange piece in his mouth. It was where he got his near-addiction to oranges as a child that carries on to this day to a lesser extent.

It was not until his first day at high school when everything went wrong. Up to that point in his life, Jamal had it perfect. His father and mother joined their efforts to create an orange juice stall in their own market, packaging and delivering fresh, cool orange juice. The family had become popular, his mother doubly so due to her kind words in the marketplace. Although initially thought of as foreign due to his skin colour, his steadfastness and loyalty to friends had gained him popularity amongst his peers. His first day as a grade nine student had just ended, walking towards the general direction of his parent's store with his group of friends. He had promised them cheaper prices for his parent's famous fresh orange juice in the tough April heat.

As Jamal rounded the corner, the smell of fire filled his nostrils. He turned to see a market ablaze, onlookers staring at the plumes of smoke and burning tapestry covers. He sprinted, ignoring his shouting friends and brushed past escapees to enter the market. Shouts and a sounds of general panic filled his ears as he searched frantically for his parents, navigating through the smoke filled pathways. He covered his mouth with his sleeve, blinking the tears in his eyes away. The stall that his parents had set up was near the middle of the market, covered in beautiful purple tapestry. Pushing past more and more escaping bodies, he began to see source of the fire. It was raging, untamed and violent. People burned from head to toe, doused in uncontrollable fire. The purple tapestry, the finely carved wood his father made, the chair his mother used to place him on as a baby, burned wildly. It would soon be turned to ash.

The sound of pain and grunting had broken his stupor, his attention turned to a collapsed piece of wood and the woman who writhed under it. "Mother!" called Jamal and stumbled towards her in shock. She smiled at him kindly, the sweat glistening on her forehead. Most of her was covered under the large piece of wood except for her head, shoulders and one arm. He grabbed ahold of the wood and pushed as hard as he could to no avail. He tried and tried again, even with his tired mother's help he could not lift the damnable piece of wood. Tears ran down his cheeks, frustration and sadness whirling inside him.

"Do not worry so much my boy. I will be in the sky, with God's righteous followers." Arya stroked Jamal's hair lovingly and then traced his jaw with delicate fingers. She wiped his tears away and lightly scolded him for crying. She pushed him away as more structures burned around them. "Go! she cried, fire tracing its way up the plank that crushed her "Go with haste, my son!"

Jamal turned and ran, faster than he had when he entered the burning market. Smoke mades his eyes burn, the intense heat of the blaze sweltering his skin. He escaped to a clear blue sky and a shocked bunch of friends. His uniform was torn and ruined, burns adorned his body while his palms were torn by hard wood. He turned towards the market entrance as it crashed down, burning fiercely. He went down on his knees, watching the market burn with his silent companions.

The fire was started by a pyromaniac criminal, a serial killer who was known for starting several fires across Punjab itself. Jamal clenched his fists and shook with rage as he watched him stand trial, glaring vehemently at the man who caused the death of his mother and so many others. His father served to cool and stem his rage before it could burst out, a firm hand on his son's shoulder to prevent any outbreak of frustration. As they went home that night, driving under a cloudy dark night, Ahmad broke the silence in the car. "Your mother wouldn't have approved of your attitude Jamal."

The boy just looked to the side, clenching jaw tighter. Ahmad sighed and continued to drive. This would serve as an indicator of how their relationship would be like in the coming years. They moved to Sol City soon after the accident, an apparent birthday gift that his parents had planned for him. It struck Jamal harder than it should have, he always told himself. The boy changed, his frustration and anger turned into silent and grim acceptance. He began to go to the gym, vowing that he would never become a weakling again, building his strength and athleticism. While his father approved, the ageing was always worried that his son pushed himself too hard and partially blamed himself for his mother's death.

Life soon became a blur. School only served as a distraction to his training and Jamal would only focus on subjects that he deemed important to himself He joined the police academy as soon as he could, believing that he could become someone who could actually make a change in the world. This idealism and hope would be soon crushed as his service record increased within the force. He was exposed to the most vile of criminals, the worst that humanity could offer. Some were worse than that pyromaniac who killed his mother, a thought that disgusted him to no end. He began to look upon the world with a grim look. He could only see black and white, the good and the bad. There was no in-between, there was only justice and law. He rose through the ranks, proving worthy of each promotion. His resolve and loneliness within the force caused the head officer to switch him from normal duties to undercover work. He started his second life as George Smiths, a lowly hood rat bouncing for one of the major cartel clubs in the city. He thrived.

Your character's favorite song:

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What can we call you?
Sgt, Sarge or Gio is fine

Your age:
Sorry, usually not comfortable sharing this part of myself xD

What part of the world are you from?
New Zealand but originally from the Philippines :)

How many years have you been writing/roleplaying:
3-4 years now? The years have gone by quick

How often do you have time to post?
Its the holidays now so I have a lot of free time

Do you like oranges?
Yep

As Ashton is a orphan, anyone is free to bring up the idea of their character somehow being blood related to her :) that part of her is free for anyone to explore. It's just Ashton herself will be unaware of them as shes never known her blood related family.

Name: Rajvi Bapodra
Age: 27
Appearance:
Height: 5'5".
Weight: 134 lbs.
Likes: Traditional Indian food, peace and quiet, video games, a job well done.
Dislikes: Stepping outside, "fake" Indian food, people who try to tell her that they know better.
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Special Talent: A near-encyclopedic knowledge of computers and how they work.
Profession: Rajvi is a freelance programmer working from home.
Bio/Personality: Born and raised in Sol City, Rajvi had expectations heaped upon her from the day she first went to school. Her parents, two relatively poor Indian immigrants, wanted her to succeed, and in the pursuit of that, they pushed her. They pushed her hard. From the moment she could string together two sentences, she was expected to work. Her math studies were helping to balance her family's finances. Her studies in English were schoolwork during the summer, courses that were designed for children far older than she was. She muddled her way through it, and inevitably, the hard work made her smarter than most of her classmates. She was performing algebra and reading Shakespeare in fifth grade.

Of course, there was an impressive impact on her social life. That is to say, it was pretty much nonexistence. While she was academically smarter than most of her peers, she was immature and incredibly timid, as her interaction with others her age had been limited to school. Even then, it was much reduced, as she was placed in accelerated classes, and often with older students. Home wasn't much better; the money to send Rajvi to all the programs she attended didn't come from thin air, and there were days that she never saw her parents at all because of their incredibly rigorous work schedules. Eventually, all that education paid off. Despite her total lack of social skills, she was incredibly intelligent. She got into Solaris University on scholarships and need-based financial aid, and some years later, graduated with honors as a computer science and information technology double major.

During her time in college, she discovered what became her greatest obstacle towards graduation: video gaming. Before long, she became absolutely addicted to them. Her grades dropped, and her professors had a long talk with her that ended her video gaming habits. Once she graduated, though, there were no such wardens. She once again became embroiled in online gaming. While she'd matured and could balance them with her office job, they slowly began to take a toll on her still-awful social skills. She began to withdraw from co-workers and acquaintances, eventually quitting her job altogether and locking herself in her apartment, doing independent work over the internet for whatever clients might need a computer wizard.

That's the current state of affairs. Her social skills are atrocious: she has an intense stutter and a nervous habit of gnawing on her cuticles. She speaks very quietly--when she speaks at all--and rarely says more than a few words at a time. She's very timid, and terrified of disappointing people. When she does, or when people get upset with her for any reason, she withdraws into a terrified squeaking shell. She had borderline agoraphobia. It's worth mentioning that she is a devout Hindu, and even when on a gaming jag--during which she becomes particularly loud and foul-mouthed--she'll set aside an hour every day for worship.

Your character's favorite song: The login theme of her main in League Of Legends.

The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 19
*What part of the world are you from? I'm from Philadelphia, on the East Coast of the USA.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Wow, um...I've been writing for fun as long as I can remember, and role-playing for what...ten years now? I started when I was nine, if I recall properly. Started pretty atrocious, but got better.
*How often do you have time to post? (this is just a general, honest question, no judgment) Every day up till every week, depending on workload, post length, and motivation.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing? I am what happens when citrus collides.

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Appearance:

From looks alone Lily perfectly captured the stereotypical physical description of a petite and small built girl, almost looking as if a strong gust of wind would blow her over. Lily's jet black hair, perfectly white teeth and grey eyes clearly stood out as her strongest facial features making up for what she lacked in physical muscle tone. Keeping her hair neatly cut into a short length with almost perfect proportions it was fairly clear that Lily cared greatly about her hair or perhaps her visual appearance in general; however the lines between whether it was out of a general desire to look tidy or out of pure obsessive tendencies remained thin and questionable. Her teeth most importantly appeared perfect, white and entirely straight in nature, reflecting greatly with her line of work. Lily often appeared to wear clothing that represented the colour black as well as other neutral tones that covered a wide variety of contrast, perhaps this was intentional to contrast with her hair or just a simple personal preference. Her clothing often appeared tight fitting and small, skinny jeans being an item of choice when possible. It was clear however that Lily appeared to try a little too hard when it was really unnecessary.



Likes:

⇴ Cleanliness
⇴ Clean Teeth
⇴ Dentistry
⇴ Indie Music
⇴ Singing
⇴ Novels
⇴ Strong Liquorice
⇴ Thunder Storms
⇴ Green Tea
⇴ Vegetarian Food
⇴ Tofu
⇴ Ancient Greek History
⇴ Wind & Rain

Dislikes:

⇴ Mess & Dirt/Lack of cleanliness and organisation (Extreme OCD)
⇴ Dirty Teeth
⇴ Bad Breath
⇴ Tight Places (Claustrophobic)
⇴ Heights
⇴ Meat
⇴ Smokers
⇴ Forced To Hide Her Anxiety
⇴ Corruption & Greed
⇴ Hospitals

Zodiac Sign:

Virgo

Special Talent:

Lily appears to be a very calm and timid person, she almost never gets mad and when she does, she can calm herself down almost instantly. However her obsessive tendencies that come with her OCD can sometimes force her to loose the ability to remain calm especially if Anxiety is involved.

Profession:

Junior Dentist

Family:

⇴ Mother - Catherine Summers
⇴ Father - James Summers
⇴ Sister - Eva Summers

Relationship/Sexuality:

None/Single - Bisexual



Personality:

A quiet and reserved soul, lily would much rather observe and listen into a conversation between strangers than actually get involved herself or at-least scope out the people first to ensure that she would be compatible with them to begin with. Her way of thinking and acting around people also comes as a byproduct of her rather apparent obsessive personality that comes as a result of OCD which has slowly accumulated over the years. Lily often expresses a strong desire to stick to routine and very rarely breaks it. Other examples of her obsessive personality come in the form of experiencing intense anxiety when things are not orderly or symmetrical, counting for no reason or repeating the same words and phrases and a genuine fear of shaking peoples hands in public; as a result Lily often avoids certain situations that trigger obsessive thoughts.

Negatives aside, Lily cares greatly about people and their well-being and offers herself as a good listener to those that she cares for, she's also incredibly polite and affectionate and prides herself as a perfect time keeper and organiser while also expressing a genuine love for music and singing. Lily also holds the ability for amazing focus and a pair of steady hands when within a quiet, calm and clean environment. Anxiety is something that Lily holds deep within herself, it's a personal struggle that she hides from people and attempts to set it aside to 'fit in' and do well within her job yet it can come to light sometimes, especially to her friends.

Lily's quiet nature however is sometimes mistaken for arrogance and coldness where people begin to assume that she cares little for others due to a lack of commenting on topics or the achievements of others. Lily much rather just observe and listen that actually say something herself. Lily is very open minded and creative individual that often gets lost within her own thoughts, drifting off occasionally into her own little world, unfortunately she keeps most of these thoughts to herself.

Bio:

Perfection stood out as the cornerstone of Lily's childhood. Her parents both worked high paying jobs as doctors and lived an almost fake and 'too good to be true' lifestyle in which everything had to be a certain way in both appearance and structure. Everything had to be clean, this meant that both Lily and her sister Eva lived a very sanitary childhood in which cleaning and organisation remained as true focusing points of growing up. Life felt controlled and limited in many ways due to spending most of their time in private education, learning to live a certain way and maintaining a level of dignity and neatness. Deep down Lily started off as hating this form of lifestyle, unable to express her true self due to the oppressive and controlling nature of her family yet she conformed and continued with her families lifestyle throughout her younger years.

At the age of thirteen Lily began to express obsessive tendencies, unable to leave the bathroom until her hands were washed exactly three times with a certain routine of different hand gels and skin lotions and forming silly and bizarre habits such as counting the number of steps every time she walked down the stairwell in her home. Her parents quickly snapped out of their perfect world to realise that perhaps their controlling nature wasn't so perfect for their children after-all but the damage had already been done.

As Lily grew into adulthood she had learned to maintain and limit her desire for order through talking therapies and hobbies such as singing to distract her mind. She also resorted to listening to music whenever possible and also listening to long meditation tracks of heavy rain and distant thunderstorm, sounds that she loved greatly and used regularly to calm herself when feeling anxious. Lily at this time was studying dentistry at university due to her clear interest in cleanliness, in hopes of allowing to maintain that same level of hygiene to others. Her parents and especially her sister grew concern for this career path of choice in fear that it may worsen the symptoms of her OCD. However her time in study actually helped, the profession allowed her to focus her tendencies onto a singular point and occupation, maintaining order within her life and keeping anxiety under control.

Today Lily works as a Junior dentist and enjoys her career greatly and maintains a calmer existence now than compared to her childhood. She does however spend most of her time to herself yet meets up with her sister every two weeks, a routine that she sticks to and refuses to break. As a result the relationship between the two girls in extremely strong and Lily holds little time for other friendships, however Eva has decided to move away after becoming engaged to her boyfriend. Lily was both happy for her but distraught and scared about losing her clear and only friend, breaking her routine and forcing her to reach out into the social world to make new friends. Lily knew it was time to make a change and perhaps someone new could help her ease her obsessive personality further.

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Age: I'm 23 years old!

Where am I from?: Canada!

How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: I'd say around 11 years now, I've been role-playing on multiple formats such as forums such as this one, video games and also tabletop!

How often do you have time to post: I'm rather spontaneous, I'm mostly a 1x1 role-player which is why I have a low post count but I try to post every day or 2nd day if possible!

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Name: Ephraim “F-Man” Feldman
Age: 27
Appearance:



Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 236 lbs

Likes:

• Quiet Nights
• Long Drives
• Steady Rhythms
• Slow Nights at a Bar
• Drinking with Buddies

Dislikes:

• Whiners
• Indifference
• Indecision
• Excuses
• Broken Promises

Zodiac Sign: Pisces, March 10

Special Talent: Can focus on a task without breaking concentration or indulging distractions for prolonged periods of time.

Profession: Factory Line Worker

Bio/Personality:
There are those that are privileged and those who lack, but for the vast majority stuck in between, life is just the steady passage of time.

Ephraim is the first son and eldest sibling of a traditional suburban lower-middle-class family. Grew under a working-class father exchanging his youth and health to provide a steady check. Raised by a wide-eyed mother, sacrificing her own ambitions and dreams to build a loving home for him and his 2 younger sisters. Now, his parents are getting older but still together, his sisters growing or grown, are ready to find their own path. And so must he.

All that said, Ephraim is a man of little import, his work mundane, his life lackluster, his ambitions realistic, but he is not unsatisfied or wanting. But in all, life treated him well, as well as anybody can hope, so it would only be fair to live life to the best of his abilities through all its highs and lows. To Ephraim, nothing is a given, all paths have a toll, it is up to him and him alone to decide how it should be handled.

However, to Ephraim, there is mark and merit not only in the peaks and valleys but to the plains as well. The mundane has virtue, therefore, requires excellence. The lackluster is consistent therefore demands diligence. And lofty ideals and dreams only serve to disregard everyday responsibilities. To the layman, nothing in life is set in stone, the smallest steps create waves and ripples of all sizes in future travels. Thus, humans thrive under habit and methods, with their own way to life with vices and virtues; some can overcome, some may be forgotten, some may be found, and some others mistaken.

Thus, Ephraim knows that the only agency he has in life is his own. He makes his own path, his actions and their consequences his own. There are no fates nor destinies. He does not make excuses, or bargains, for every choice has its own price and reward as well as a time to make them. But, he is human with his own share of anger, jealousy, pride, and greed. Thus he knows that others struggle through the same, but does not pretend to know how or why, but he will offer and accept help when needed. Ultimately, however, problems can only be solved by those that make them.

Ultimately, Ephraim came to this new city for a job, a job he has no intention of half-assing. He’ll learn what he can, take advice from those willing, and do his best not to disappoint. It doesn’t pay extravagantly, hours fluctuate from week to week, but its chance to live for himself. With a small studio apartment, an inkling on how to provide and take care of himself, he makes ends meet, sets a bit away for the future, but also recognizes the merit of taking a load off.

For now, he has no overarching goals, but he does find the appeal of finding someone to start a family with, but he knows that could be a long ways off. For now, he contents himself with working hard, finding comradery in his coworkers and spending his days off in their company around a table shooting shit in a room filled with the smell of booze and smoke.

Your character's favorite song:

https://youtu.be/jRHQPG1xd9o

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 21
*What part of the world are you from? Texas
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying? Roleplaying for 7 years now, all through Tabletop RPGs though. Roleplaying like on this site is rather new to me, but I hope my history of writing dumb campaigns and scenarios for friends as well as creating a small company of characters (of “variable” quality) can help me out here. I usually have time on the weekend to really devote time to sit down and write, but I can pluck away at ideas in my off time on the weekday. That said I work around 60 hrs a week at a CNC Machine Shop, well into the late night, but depending on what I have to do for that week, I can usually find time to get on my phone.

SCVRS Boat: Naiad 10.2m Rescue Vessel. Simplified description.

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Name: Ana Elizabeth Harlow
Age: 28

Appearance:

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 150lbs

Likes:

• Fencing
• Swimming
• Camping
• Big Band and Swing
• Historical reenactment
• Quiet days and peaceful nights

Dislikes:

• Sporting events (Tolerated for Paige and Milo)
• Most modern music
• unnecessary shouting
• fighting for the sake of fighting

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Special Talent: She is a Skilled Fencer, as well as a Skilled Seamstress.

Profession: She currently works at a high end fabric and clothing store, mostly to fund her hobby of making clothes for an online store, she tends to make costumes for reenactments and festivals as well as modern fashion and Doll outfits.

Bio/Personality: Ana grew up in Delta city alongside her best friend Paige, her family were kind and loving, they doted on their daughter and gave her the world, they however were not the richest family around and so her mother made sure that her daughter knew the basics of sewing and cooking, that way she could always take care of herself, however when she decided to learn to fence as a child, they were of course apprehensive at first but ultimately relented. Ana became quite skilled in swordplay and became the State champion in high school. Ana of course continued and became involved in a lot of recreation activities, medieval, civil war, whatever was around, she made the costumes, and fought the fights, and in a tournament in Northern Florida, she competed in the fencing matches, and met a man in the Longsword division, Milo, the two hit it off and soon were inseparable, they traveled the states and competed in tournaments and participated in reenactments, and generally had fun, at least until a drunk driver ran over her boyfriend, Milo was seriously injured, and it left him in a terrible place, Ana did all she could to help him, she wanted him to lean on her but he was so depressed that he couldn't even look at her in the eye let alone ask for help. Ana tried her best until Milo started to go from sadness to anger, he would shout and yell at everyone, he would lock himself away in his room and break anything around him, the last straw for her however was Milo had an outburst and tore up most of their apartment at the time including many of her own sentimental possessions, he wasn't the man he used to be, she knew that it wasn't right, that the person she knew was still there, however she could be there like that, so she took the advice of her best friend Paige and left, She hoped that the shock might snap him out of it, but she let him go too long and eventually both Paige and Milo were gone, Paige to Sol and Milo to the wind, not even his Family knew. She was the heartbroken one now, the man she loved was gone and so was her best friend, maybe she should move to Sol.

Your character's favorite song: