Catharsis
Too Far Gone
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Name:
Jane O'ella Marek
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Likes:
New Clothing
Sunrise/Sunset
Late Nights
Dogs
Converse
Dislikes:
Home
Waking up early
Messes
Shit talkers
Abuse
Height:
5'3
Weight:
115
Strengths:
Speaking
Writing
Hiding
Running
Animals
Weaknesses:
Staying Quiet
Shutting up
Stealing
Lying
Being alone
Biography: (At least a short paragraph)
Jane grew up a fatherless child, with a mother who was never home. As a kid, Jane was forced to learn how to fend for herself in the shitty streets that surrounded her home. Over the years, she was forced to endure every type of abuse inside and outside of her house. Her Mother was a heavy drug addict, and didn't really know what she was saying half the time. In fact, she probably forgot by morning, but Jane didn't. She listened closely to everything she was told like the good girl she was. However, the walls seemed to cave in more day after day. Jane was working to support herself and her Mother everyday by taking odd jobs that were offered. Still, she kept her innocence.
One night, after a night out on the town Jane's mother came home and began to throw stuff at Jane. Jane couldn't stay. She wasn't welcomed. In her fury and hatred, she ran out the door of her home and never looked back.
Name:
Jane O'ella Marek
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Likes:
New Clothing
Sunrise/Sunset
Late Nights
Dogs
Converse
Dislikes:
Home
Waking up early
Messes
Shit talkers
Abuse
Height:
5'3
Weight:
115
Strengths:
Speaking
Writing
Hiding
Running
Animals
Weaknesses:
Staying Quiet
Shutting up
Stealing
Lying
Being alone
Biography: (At least a short paragraph)
Jane grew up a fatherless child, with a mother who was never home. As a kid, Jane was forced to learn how to fend for herself in the shitty streets that surrounded her home. Over the years, she was forced to endure every type of abuse inside and outside of her house. Her Mother was a heavy drug addict, and didn't really know what she was saying half the time. In fact, she probably forgot by morning, but Jane didn't. She listened closely to everything she was told like the good girl she was. However, the walls seemed to cave in more day after day. Jane was working to support herself and her Mother everyday by taking odd jobs that were offered. Still, she kept her innocence.
One night, after a night out on the town Jane's mother came home and began to throw stuff at Jane. Jane couldn't stay. She wasn't welcomed. In her fury and hatred, she ran out the door of her home and never looked back.
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