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Character Profile: Bard of Cain
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Christine Cain
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Character Name:  Christine Cain
Race:  Human
Gender:  Female
Place of Origin:  Where ever she feels safe
Can Be Found:  Beats her. Ask the gender confused GPS
Profession:  Hasn't figured that out yet
Appearance:  Red and black hair that curls about, a beast in it's own right to manage. Mellow blue green eyes with a ring of stormy sky blue surrounding them. Skin so pale it isn't even funny and she herself questions from time to time if it is normal. Athletic or at least use to be. A good jog and walk clears her head and keeps the booze and chocolate from adding up.

Call her Christine, Chrissy, Chris, Hey you, Red head, What's her face, Tink, Tinkerbell, Fae and she will eventually respond when her chaotic mind focuses. What ever you do, for the safety of yourself, do not call her baby. Not only will you get a lecture, but her fist just might do the talking for her.

The list of her skills is endless, if she really wants to give it a try. Bookworm by nature, curious imp cause she can, Christine can melt your heart and break your face with a sweet smile plastered on hers. Old enough to know better and young enough not to care. Playful and forceful as a tornado she may only be around for a bit, but you will never forget that giggle and grin.
Skills:  A thick smog stays over the town making one feel even more isolated than before. Your life is planned out before your born. Children of coal and steel, brought into this world to fill the shoes of the dead. No one seems to care what's outside the city limits, as long as the illusion of control remains. A city blind and deaf to the world it belongs to. In the end the pressure just keeps building, somewhere in that heartless coal a diamond was forged, the Bard of Cain.

Curious, creative, caring and cursed, Christine Cain left a mark on that hazy town. A dreamer in a sooty cage, she sang her mournful song of hope. Her role was so much to bare. To play the glue holding a feuding family, watch her mother decline into a hollow shell like those before her and become an obedient housewife with children in short a silent trophy. Simple enough right?

Perfection..perfection, the continuous chant in her ears. Their eyes staring in want, demanding their piece of that diamond heart. Afraid to sleep and brought to tears as she woke, her prison turning into an asylum. Christine held back tears all, but drowning her soul, she ran. A suitcase full of treasures and a bag full of dreams.

She bought a car and drove off into the smog. "Something has to be out there." A fevered plea heard only by the dash board and steering wheel. "This emptiness can't be it."
Silver Crowns: 5941.12
Auctions: 0 won
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Joined:  12 Mar 2011
Total posts:  48
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