Preliminary character submitted for approval. History and appearance will be much elaborated upon if approved.


Name: Sara Mackenzie

Age: 16

Occupation: whatever, anything but prostitution.  She scrimps to make money wherever she can, supplementing with panhandling, fishing food from the trash, scooping coins off the street, and squatting in whatever abandoned building she doesn't get kicked out of.  Occasionally she manages a bed or meal at a shelter but the competition is fierce.  She flaunts her age and gender as an advantage whenever she can to push to the head of shelter lines but that doesn't win her any friends.     

Brief history :  Sara's mother died about 8 months ago.  She tried to hold onto their apartment by quitting school and getting a job as a cashier at the Walmart.  But she could only manage that for so long before social services learned she was living on her own and decided to intervene.  Sara, fearing she would get shuttled into foster care, pawned whatever had value in the house, packed up a few things, and took off.

How did your letter arrive and with what item:   Sara was slumped against a wall down a mostly abandoned street.  Her body was sore, she was tired, and caked with dirt.  It had been a long time since she had slept in a bed or had a proper shower and that night it was looking like it was going to be one of those chilled ones that made it so hard to sleep.  She was working up the energy to climb a nearby fire escape and check out the warehouse like building she was slumped against when the messenger found her and along with the letter he delivered there was also a key to a motel room.  The motel wasn't far off, and while it wasn't some great fancy hotel it was serviceable, with a shower and a bed and a heater.  One night of comfort and a chance to get clean was worth a lot to the worn out girl.    

Portrait/Character description: TBD