Name: Genevieve Thomson
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Physical Appearance: She has blonde hair, bright azure eyes, and she appears to have a relatively unscarred body. She is 5'5 and 156 pounds. A single black tattoo reading 'Careful thinking and hard work will solve nearly all your problems. Try and see for yourself.'. Admittedly, she has a hard time following that advice.
Personality: She is quiet, reserved, and her eyes always hold a certain sadness that peaks interest that makes a person want to ask- 'why?', but her stature holds courage and fight that prevents people from asking and following up with 'Oh you poor thing!'. She isn't poor, even if she cries herself to sleep at night. She is good at hiding her emotions, and never backing down. If she had to describe herself, she would say one thing- 'A statue'. She would say this becuase a statue is cold and lifeless, and yet it can hold so many emotions inside at once. If one were to look past the odd answer, that describes her more accurately than anything else.
Severe Life Difficulty: She has no family, a severe addiction to Opiates (though not opposed to other drugs), and is homeless.
History: Sadly, her mother died in a car accident and her father followed soon after, killing himself with a silver pistol. This quickly made her life fall over. She went to live with her elderly grandparents, both of whom can't tell a bird from a cat, and she began to hang out with the wrong people. She tried drugs, and got herself addicted to opiates. She dropped out of school- she was at the top of her class at the time, so it was a surprise to everyone. When too her grandmother passed and her Grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, she didn't have the creditials to get anything but a minimum wage job. So she did, and she supported her grandfather right until he died. Then, she went into a foster home. She hated it there, and she still went on nightly escapades with her gang and she still did drugs. One day, she ran away, becuase the family had found her stash and had flushed it all down the toilet. She couldn't go back, and she has been homeless ever scence, sleeping when and where she can, at shelters, on benches, wherever. She just keeps moving, serching for her next fix.
