Full Name: Sarah Rochet
Age: 23
Appearance: Sarah has shoulder length brown hair which she ties into twin tails at the end. She has plain brown eyes, short (5'2"), fit and athletic, and white skinned.
Preferred Clothing: She's in her uniform 95% of the time (that 5% being when she goes to sleep or is engaged athletics). She feels no need to wear anything else... rather on duty, going to grocery store, or at a party. This is what she is.
Role: Goverment Right Hand Woman
Love Interest: None at the moment
Skills:
Poetry
Kick Boxing
Swimming
Football/Soccor
Sprinting
Personality: Sarah is the strong but quiet type. She is completely loyal to the goverment, and will do what ever she is asked without question. Most see her as a cold-hearted person, emotionless, and unfriendly, and for the most part they are right. Eventhough she cares not most people, she does have a heart for the poor and children. She gives a lot of money to the orphanage, homeless shelters, hospitals in the poorer areas, and other similiar programs.
Distinguishing Features:
Charm Point:
Likes:
Watching the rain
Writing poems, mostly English Sonnets
Children
The Goverment
Athletic activity
Dislikes:
Drunks
Smokers
Fighting
The Karakuri
Spoiled people
The rich
Sore Losers
Fears:
Failure in Protecting the Goverment
Snakes
History: Born an only child and fatherless, Sarah's early life was spent with her poor but loving mother. Life was good as it could be until her mother was killed by a drunk, for a reason unknown to her, when she was 10. She lived the next few years in the orphanage, until she got to the age that she can join the Goverment.
Reconciliation
I thought I'd seen hell
Thought I knew it all
Now I know too well
Hell is to wake up
But it makes all the difference
Tasting the tears in my mouth
(I'm sick of running away)
Taking the weight on my shoulders
(Along these bloody streets)
The hours and days of your life
(I'm sick of predators and prey)
Don't necessarily make you older
(Of being everybody's end!)
I've washed my hands of your blood
Thought it would leave me clean
But with time on my hands
It turned to mud forming this crust of sin
Now - to be truly free
I'll let it come to me
So -break me if you must
When you break this crust
Freedom is to see
Hear this voice, see this man
Standing before you I'm just a child
Just a man learning to yield
I hate these hands soaked in blood
I hate what these eyes have seen
Up to my knees in filth and mud
How it hurts to become clean
I was always on my mind
But never on my side
Run - but if you run away
You'll always have to hide
So if you need to run
Run for help!