[b]Name[/b]: Kelly Denver

[b]Age[/b]: 31

[b]Gender[/b]: Female

[b]Appearance/Description[/b]: Kelly has a dark complexion, that which is accentuated by her hair when it is occasionally dyed. She has dark-brown eyes and full lips. When not at work, Kelly has a tongue piercing which she believes to be a great conversation starter.

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[b]Height[/b]: 5'4

[b]Weight[/b]: 125 lbs

[b]Personality[/b]: Fun, bubbly, although when it is time to work she'll be as serious as the next person in the room. 

[b]Occupation/Skills[/b]: Assistant to the Vice President's Chief of Staff. Working in the White House comes with its obvious perks, such as having first-hand knowledge on the government's day-to-day operations and having the opportunity to meet some high-ranking individuals.

[b]Bio[/b]: Prior to her admittance into Bridgewater State Hospital, Kelly had the seemingly perfect life. She had a great job, lived in a nice condo in downtown D.C., and was a total social butterfly when she was not tied up at work. Unfortunately, her life took a turn for the worse just after her 31st birthday. Kelly had to work late one Friday evening, and after finally leaving work, she headed to her favorite bar to meet some friends. Even though they were patiently waiting, Kelly never showed. As a matter of fact, she never even made it to her car. Instead, she was taken by surprise. As she strolled across the south lawn of the White House, someone grabbed her and pulled her behind some tree. Kelly was only able to see the black leather jacket and black gloves her assailant wore as struggled against them, but after the uncomfortable sting on her neck, her vision became blurred and she found it impossible to move. She had been paralyzed.

What came next was unexpected. She heard noises behind her, those which terrified her because she couldn't even turn around to take a  good look at whatever was going on. As she tried to wrap her mind around the current situation, Kelly felt some soft fur brush against her left cheek. Whoever was doing this to her had gently positioned her to face away from them, so she could not do anything even though she heard a low growl half an inch from her ear. Her worst fear then came to life when she felt the painful bite at the base of her neck. Kelly wanted to scream, she wanted to thrash her legs and arms and more importantly, she wanted to get away from the monstrous being that was causing such great harm to her. But instead, she just lay on her back, a single tear pooling on her eye before gravity pulled it down towards the soft grass. 

Kelly wasn't too sure about what happened next as she lost all consciousness. When she finally woke up in a random field, all she had with her was a manila folder with clips, photos, and other types of evidence implicating her in the murder of one of her co-workers, that amongst other terrible crimes. She sat in awe as she went through the documents, and the photos of her apartment with planted evidence hit her the hardest. There was also a note instructing her to avoid contact with anyone else, informing her that the second she went to the police or to a hospital, all the evidence would be released. Whoever had framed her did a damn good job. Kelly decided she wasn't going to play by their rules. The wound at the base of her neck had been bandaged, but she knew she needed to get professional help. It took her a few days to get back to Washington D.C., but once there, she came across trouble. Apparently, whoever she was up against hadn't played by the rules either. Her face was plastered in every place imaginable; and she was wanted by the same government she worked for not too long ago. Figuring her best chance was to get out of the country, Kelly fled. She headed northeast in a vehicle she had carjacked from a poor stranger, but not before she switched license plates to avoid getting caught for as long as possible. 

Some time later, near Boston, Massachusetts, Kelly was pulled over by the police after she was carelessly caught getting some lunch. She was followed for some time as the officer had to match the license plate to the vehicle, but when a positive hit came back, he knew he had the right suspect. Alone, and scared for her life, Kelly fled on foot, but she didn't last long. She was locked up, tried in court, and found guilty for the crimes she hadn't committed. Due to the nature of the evidence, a decision was made to have Kelly admitted to the hospital instead of locking her up in prison. She's been there ever since, but with each passing day, she feels her sanity slowly leaving her.