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Name: Sara Mackenzie

Age: 16

Occupation:  Panhandling.  Along with whatever honest work comes her way.   

Brief history :  Up until eight months ago Sara's life was pretty average, except that she loved to read which was rare among teenagers these days.  She woke up, went to school, did all the usual teenager things, came home, went to bed.  Repeat ad nauseam.  If she had known what her future held she wouldn't have detested the boring routine days so much.  As it was she was the typical teenage girl fed up with life and school and everything that was constantly the end of the world.  Unfortunately at that eight months ago mark her world, at least as she knew it, truly did end.  Her mother was killed in a hit-and-run accident and Sara was suddenly very much alone in the world.  She never knew her father and had no relatives left alive, that she knew of, and she would soon be a ward of the state if she didn't do something.  

She started selling off all their possessions to make money for rent and food, took a part time job at Walmart, and struggled to keep herself in school hoping that she would go unnoticed by well meaning social service agents.  She soon learned that she needed a nearly full time job to keep up expenses like their apartment and started missing school.  That brought about what she had feared; social services found out she was living on her own, not attending school as she should, and planned to take her into custody and send her to a foster home. 

Sara was desperate, she had no desire to go to foster care, she had known too many at school who were in such and she feared what she would find there.  Instead she packed up what few things she had left, took all the money she had, and slipped away.  She took a 12 hour bus ride with no idea where she was going, just away.  She ended up in Leyden City.  Of course she had little money, nothing of value, no job, and no place to stay.  She quickly learned that living on the streets was much harder than her books and imagination had made it seem. 

She stayed in shelters occasionally, but shelters were harsh unfriendly places.  She felt safer crashing under bridges, in abandoned buildings, and in the homeless camps with the rest of folk like her.  She made money any way she could, short of selling her body.  That was a line she wasn't willing to cross.  It was a harsh life, but she usually made enough begging to eat something each day and the plethora of abandoned buildings gave her shelter.  She was surviving but not living.   

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, bed, clean water to drink 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: Sara is tall for her age, just a couple inches shy of 6'.  It was a feature that earned her much mocking at school as well as the ubiquitous “you should play basketball” comments.  She usually ignored it and tried to blend in as best she could, excelling at making herself as plain and unnoticeable as she could manage.  Her dirty blond hair was long and wavy and she rarely did anything fancy with it.  She dressed as drably as she could as well, preferring jeans and solid color t-shirts that never advertised anything, announced where she had been, or told anything about her.  All in all she was quite unremarkable except for her height.  Of late she has lost a bit of weight becoming a bit bonier than is really healthy and her ablutions generally consist of spit-baths in public washrooms or fountains.  She tries to remain clean, but its hard and her clothing, body, and hair all show the signs of her current harsh lifestyle.