sweetling
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 20, 2010
Name: Sonya Ryder
Age: 19
Looks: Long dark colored hair with slier blue eyes. She stands at 6 foot nothin' with pale ivory skin.
Brief history: She's an Old English literature major at the local university. She has a free ride for the rest of the term from all the diffrent scholarship she had applied for. She lives off campus in a studio apartment on the basement level. Her mother is in a coma 100 miles away, her fatehr works two jobs. Her younger sister died in the same accident that comatised her mother.
Sonya's boots tapped a steady beat onto the pavement. Her head was bowed agaisnt the wind and rain coming at her face. Wishing for the hundredth time she had brought an umbrella our drove today, she quickened her pace. The full moon was barely audible through the clowd cover from where she was walking. Sighing as her mind made quick calculations she ducked into an alleyway. If she was right it'd take less time to get home if she cut through here. She dodged past piled of icky stuff that sat rotting on the ground. Her mind again going bacck to the wish of warmth.
Age: 19
Looks: Long dark colored hair with slier blue eyes. She stands at 6 foot nothin' with pale ivory skin.
Brief history: She's an Old English literature major at the local university. She has a free ride for the rest of the term from all the diffrent scholarship she had applied for. She lives off campus in a studio apartment on the basement level. Her mother is in a coma 100 miles away, her fatehr works two jobs. Her younger sister died in the same accident that comatised her mother.
Sonya's boots tapped a steady beat onto the pavement. Her head was bowed agaisnt the wind and rain coming at her face. Wishing for the hundredth time she had brought an umbrella our drove today, she quickened her pace. The full moon was barely audible through the clowd cover from where she was walking. Sighing as her mind made quick calculations she ducked into an alleyway. If she was right it'd take less time to get home if she cut through here. She dodged past piled of icky stuff that sat rotting on the ground. Her mind again going bacck to the wish of warmth.