Age: almost 16 (in 3 months)
Gender: Female
Role: Outsider
Height: about 5'3
Weight: 90 pounds,
Skin Tone: fair
Appearance:

Appearance description: Black, medium length, a bit messy hair, her blue eyes are usually covered with black eyeliner, wearing ripped skintight blue jeans, with wide leather military-style belt, black tank top, combat boots, spiked choker and spiked bands on her wrists. It's impossible to convince her to change into skirt or dress.
Personality: Tracy is a rather shy girl, but is trying her best not to show it and hide her thoughts. She tries to use her smile anytime she can. She still remembers from her father's tales that shy and weak animals are trying to look more dangerous than they really are, therefore Tracy is trying to look tougher - kinda like rock chick - than she really is. She noticed recently that boys like confident girls more than shy ones ;)
If she gets a chance to meet somebody closer, she will befriend quickly.
Likes: Sticking her nose where she shouldn't, uncovering mysteriess, acting tough, being regarded as a strong person,
Dislikes: people who do not know how to smile, skirts or dresses, being week, being treaed like a little girl,
Fears: large barking dogs, being unable to act independently, being unable to move, empty places, darkness
Bio: Tracy is a half-orphan. Her beloved dad, a military man, had passed away four years earlier (in a stupid car accident). She lives with her mother, Sally, and she's constantly arguing with her. She has much younger brother, Thomas, who is only five now and needed more attention for the last few years than Tracy, but the girl felt neglected by her mother.
Tracy decided to try her chances as a school newspaper reporter, she has plans to become a professional journalist in the future.
Other/Equipment&Abilities: Tracy still remembers some things her father used to tell her. She knows how to kick. She did use her boots as a weapon one evening when she was attacked walking street after dark - her father used to explain her about the target ;). In her right boot she carries a foldable Swiss knife.
Story:
Tracy Ford, a teen journalist - well... an amateur working for a school (mainly online) newspaper, but still... - was on her way to complete research for her another subject. A historical one this time. It was a high probability that in the wartime years of 1940s, in one of the houses on the outskirts of her hometown the money forgery had been built and used. The forgers had never been caught, and the place had never been found, but the urban legends had arisen...
The case started just as any other. Digging through documents, asking old people about the place... She had been sure it must had been another "urban legend". But since she had gotten deeper and deeper, it turned out to be different. She had finally located the the house - a large, Victorian one. The forger's machines wer supposed to be in the basement. The stories might have been true!
On a second day of her "work" by the house, after scouting the area a day before, when she had made herself sure there were nobody living there, apart from some cats, she was hiding behind the trees, watching the house again. There was nobody on the street (the street was seldom used anyway) and Tracy decided to take a chance. She planned to go, look for the forgery machine or other things left after forgers in the house's basement and return as soon as possible...
Without hesitation girl walked out of her hidden place, crossed the street and headed towards the mansion's wall. The wall was low, very old and neglected, it wasn't hard to go over it. She was in the garden now. She excitedly walked trough the neglected garden, remembering well the layout of the house and where the basement was (she had read the house plans at the city library two days earlier).
She reached the house wall at the backyard. 'It was somewhere here' she thought to herself looking for the basement window. She had planned to go through it into the basement. According to plans she'd easily fit (sometimes it's good to be a petite person). Tracy looked through the window. The basement was just like any other - a bit dark, cramped and probably dirty. She tried to see as much as she could... It was really dark...
Suddenly some movement distracted her attention. Something small and white was running the garden towards the smal forest located by the mansion.
A rabbit? The rabbit was about to turn and hide behind a plant, so Tracy started running after him. She didn't notice what was so strange, she was sure the rabbit was white, but had some sort of garment as well... Was the rabbit domesticated?
She followed the rabbit to the nearby forest, where he finally disappear in some sort of hole. The hole seemed to be way too big for a such small creature... Tracy was checking that out when suddenly she slipped and fell inside. It was a fantastic journey - falling down, or not, as the directions got blurry... She finally stopped in a spooky room with single table and several doors...