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Name: 
Alexandra Pavlenko 

Age: 
18

Appearance:
Thin (almost unhealthily so) and small. Normally seen with short, dyed white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fairly pretty face. Somewhat pale and normally hides her face behind a scarf or hood when out in public.

Nickname: 
Alex, Russo, or Little Runner (given to her by a friend she came upon in her journey)

Scars: 
Variety of bruises and cuts on her legs and arms. 

Tattoos: 
A white ink tattoo on the inside of her pointer finger that reads "ушел" (gone).

Outfit: 
Normally wears her clothes in layers, much like the outfit below, but when not outside she is much more open about her body and will at times wear crop tops and shorts (especially during the hotter months).
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Problem/Addiction: 
Depression. Possible Borderline Personality Disorder.

Background Type:
Runaway

Biography:
Born into a middle class Russian American family, Alex had a pretty okay childhood. She grew up in the concrete jungle of New York City, in an apartment with two bedrooms, and, well, she was happy. As she began to grow up, it became apparent that life was getting harder and harder for the Pavlenko family, and by the time she was in seventh grade her father lost his job. Work was suddenly hard to come by, and by the time she was a freshman, Alex was working a part-time job to help her folks. Keeping up a good work pace AND keeping up A-B grades in school started to stress the poor girl out. She became much more aggressive, often snapping out at friends and family alike when something doesn't go her way, and she also became somewhat promiscuous, much to her parents' dismay. 

After a year of strange mood swings and sleeping around, her parents finally confronted Alex on the matter. They spouted logic against her nonsensical reasons, saying they would sign her up for a doctor, saying they think she has something called "BPD", and then she snapped. Alex threw a tantrum, tossing over chairs, stomping her feet, screaming foul language at the top of her lungs, saying that it was their fault that they were poorer and not as well off as others, and she didn't stop until a vase resting on a high cabinet toppled and crashed against her mother's head. Anger turned to panic and guilt. Mrs. Pavlenko was rushed to the hospital by her husband and Alex was instructed to stay home and clean up, told to stay calm and not panic. But she did, she panicked so much. She panicked about her mother's condition, her father's anger towards everything, and finally, in a fit of fear and anger and sadness, she packed up everything she could into a sling bag and a backpack, withdrew most of her own money, and ran off into the night.

She ran for a year, heading south-west aimlessly, thinking that perhaps she could gain a life someplace warm. Along the way she met many interesting people, including a homeless man who have her the nickname "Little Runner" and gave her shelter for a few days, and another girl in a similar situation to her. Alex didn't stay in one place for too long, though, until she came to a little town in South Carolina called Aidensville...