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Edit: New drawing for Kathleeeen 
Ahahahaaaaa... I still don't know how to hands and my drawing style changed again *rolls away*
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Name: Kathleen Eldred
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Ginger-ish red
Height: 150cm
Weight: 45kg
Alliance: Red Alliance / Umbra / White Rabbit
Mafia Gang:
Choice 1: White Rabbit
Choice 2: Caterpillar
Choice 3: Red Queen
Choice 4: Jabberwocky
Choice 5: Tweedledee/Tweedledum
Weapon: Throwing Needles
Appearance: Average in height, amber-brown eyes and short ginger-red hair. She wears a simple dusty blue dress under a brown vest jacket with a blue hooded throw over on the top.
Personality: A soft-spoken quiet girl with a dual personality. She’s naïve and relatively shy around others though will speak when spoken to, while her curiosity and paranoia tend to get her into troubling situations she is fairly kind hearted. Her personality splits off when angered, making her violent as a method of defense to protect herself, becoming untrusting and narrow-minded, rampaging till she feels calm and at ease again.
Likes: quiet grassy area's, stories, sweets, small trinkets and such
Dislikes: being crowded, touched, other people (not much trust in them)
History: Kathleen was from a fairly wealthy family, and barely spent much time with her mother and father. Both parents were constantly traveling around for their work so she was put in the care of her uncle, an abusive, selfish man that wasn’t particularly fond of others and had a taste for money and authority.
From a young age Kathleen had been curious of how her uncle received expensive items and large meals when she herself was barely fed. She snooped around but sure enough had gotten caught. Regular beatings and ridicule had made the young girl timid and wary of anything she would do. This continued for a few years where her uncle would beat her till she cried and shivered pathetically on the floor, though one particular afternoon was different.
As she sat on the floor looking up at the man close the door behind him, her breath became rigged. She could hear her heart pound in her ears and feel a strong rush of rage course through her shivering form as though something was yelling to her to protect herself till something inside snapped, eyeing the closest object nearby, three long needles. Quickly she grabbed them and stabbed one into the man’s foot, another at his arm and the last into his gut before making a run for the streets.
For what felt like hours running down the streets she finally stopped to catch her breath. Looking around the empty streets realising she had no idea where she was and that there was nowhere left for her to go. She wandered the path at foot quickly, feeling a prickle rattle down her back. That uncomfortable feeling of someone was watching her movements. Her heart began to race as her paranoia excelled. Now looking frantically for someone to appear but saw nothing. Nothing but a little rundown house with boarded windows.
Starting to panic she dashed towards it finding a gap between a boarded broken window large enough for her to squeeze though. Inside didn’t feel any safer; she still felt eyes on her. Breathing heavily, nauseousness took hold of her, she started backing up in the room before tripping on an uneven floorboard and knocking into a large wardrobe making its doors open. She looked up and grabbed hold of a cloth without thinking, tugging herself up. Instead the wardrobe began to tip over her. She could see her eyes widen in a dark reflection closing her eyes the last sound she heard was glass smashing then felt as though she was falling.
Ahahahaaaaa... I still don't know how to hands and my drawing style changed again *rolls away*
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Name: Kathleen Eldred
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Ginger-ish red
Height: 150cm
Weight: 45kg
Alliance: Red Alliance / Umbra / White Rabbit
Mafia Gang:
Choice 1: White Rabbit
Choice 2: Caterpillar
Choice 3: Red Queen
Choice 4: Jabberwocky
Choice 5: Tweedledee/Tweedledum
Weapon: Throwing Needles
Appearance: Average in height, amber-brown eyes and short ginger-red hair. She wears a simple dusty blue dress under a brown vest jacket with a blue hooded throw over on the top.
Personality: A soft-spoken quiet girl with a dual personality. She’s naïve and relatively shy around others though will speak when spoken to, while her curiosity and paranoia tend to get her into troubling situations she is fairly kind hearted. Her personality splits off when angered, making her violent as a method of defense to protect herself, becoming untrusting and narrow-minded, rampaging till she feels calm and at ease again.
Likes: quiet grassy area's, stories, sweets, small trinkets and such
Dislikes: being crowded, touched, other people (not much trust in them)
History: Kathleen was from a fairly wealthy family, and barely spent much time with her mother and father. Both parents were constantly traveling around for their work so she was put in the care of her uncle, an abusive, selfish man that wasn’t particularly fond of others and had a taste for money and authority.
From a young age Kathleen had been curious of how her uncle received expensive items and large meals when she herself was barely fed. She snooped around but sure enough had gotten caught. Regular beatings and ridicule had made the young girl timid and wary of anything she would do. This continued for a few years where her uncle would beat her till she cried and shivered pathetically on the floor, though one particular afternoon was different.
As she sat on the floor looking up at the man close the door behind him, her breath became rigged. She could hear her heart pound in her ears and feel a strong rush of rage course through her shivering form as though something was yelling to her to protect herself till something inside snapped, eyeing the closest object nearby, three long needles. Quickly she grabbed them and stabbed one into the man’s foot, another at his arm and the last into his gut before making a run for the streets.
For what felt like hours running down the streets she finally stopped to catch her breath. Looking around the empty streets realising she had no idea where she was and that there was nowhere left for her to go. She wandered the path at foot quickly, feeling a prickle rattle down her back. That uncomfortable feeling of someone was watching her movements. Her heart began to race as her paranoia excelled. Now looking frantically for someone to appear but saw nothing. Nothing but a little rundown house with boarded windows.
Starting to panic she dashed towards it finding a gap between a boarded broken window large enough for her to squeeze though. Inside didn’t feel any safer; she still felt eyes on her. Breathing heavily, nauseousness took hold of her, she started backing up in the room before tripping on an uneven floorboard and knocking into a large wardrobe making its doors open. She looked up and grabbed hold of a cloth without thinking, tugging herself up. Instead the wardrobe began to tip over her. She could see her eyes widen in a dark reflection closing her eyes the last sound she heard was glass smashing then felt as though she was falling.
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She's so cute.... she looks like she belongs on a Professor Layton game.... -touches-