[quote=@Raddum]
[@Flagg]

I've been lurking the interest check for this for quite awhile, and finally decided to poke my head into the OOC and express interest. This sheet is a first draft, so there might be a few issues so far (if so, inform me of any issues you have) and things are still being finalized for her. 

The bio is also in the works, though the gist of the first draft of it I have in mind is that she's basically a lone straggler that has grown overly fond of the dark over the last few years, and now struggles to get herself by via slipping out of the darkness below to the surface to get hold of necessities, along with drugs to space herself out. Including the Atlas you've introduced. Perhaps I can add some life to those who come and occasionally remain below San Judas, along with the strung out kids that just come there to do their thing. Every city has their rats, after all. And having low-living people like them can be handy when things need to be done, or information needs to be gathered.

Was also considering a spiritual presence within the abandoned stations; Something that comforts the inhabitants, but makes them paranoid of the outside world, perhaps a bit crazy, too. I haven't thought too deeply into that yet, and it might just be something I develop along the way, if at all.

Here's the CS so far:

[Hider=Bagface][center][h1][sub][color=Peru][b]B A G  F A C E / /  S I X T E E N[/b][/color][/sub][/h1][/center]
[center][color=Crimson][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9OfBcjyxKY&list=PLZzPjTiL77U70DSmOyNld-0e6D0Wxd2-7]Queens Of The Stone Age ~ I Appear Missing[/url][/sub][/color][/center]
[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/silent/images/f/f3/Bag_%26_Cockroaches.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20141008220847[/img]

[color=Peru][i]"The surface is a hellhole; I find comfort here in the dark."[/i][/color][/center]

[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N[/sub][/color][hr]
[indent][color=Peru][b]Gender:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Female[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Bagface is, of coursed, named after the signature paper bag over her face: With splotches of red near the forehead, the mask covering her entire head and part of her neck. The bag has two eyeholes jammed through it for sight, and a mouth is cut out into a frown. No hair sticks out from the bag, indicating her hair is either short or non-existent. 

Her usual attire is quite simple; As it could be just about anything. For her own sake she's willing to wear whatever and can be seen in a multitude of outfits depending on what she's stolen off people's backs. Most of her clothes are damaged in some way or another; Cuts, holes, huge rips. She'll usually layer just to not expose herself, leading to a odd appearance.

As of now, she's wearing a rather torn up black undershirt covered by a sleeveless leather jacket; Along with a pair of jeans that look fine from the front, but have a large tear on the back where one of the pockets would be, revealing a darker blue pair underneath that clashes, but keeps her covered, along with a makeshift belt around the waist to keep them up. The pants lead all the way down to some extremely worn shoes that seem to be falling apart, as they've been taped together here and there to keep them usable.[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Height:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]155cm/5'0"[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Weight:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]32kg/70lbs[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Hair Color:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Dark Brown[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Eye Color:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Ocean Blue[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Complexion:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Pale[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Body Composition:[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Slim[/color][/indent]

[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/color][hr]
[indent][Hider=Prey Turned Predator]
[color=gray]Her feet slapped against the stone below her as she ran; Panicked, afraid. The bag in her hand shifted rapidly with each heavy but quick step she took. She just had to get out of sight; Slip them off her trail, and then she'd be safe. She was breathing heavily as she descended into one of the old stations, the ones she called home; She liked the dark. It made her feel more secure when people couldn't see her, when she could creep around and not be caught. It was much more comfortable than the world above, for sure.

As it was most nights, the station was practically pitch black. She knew what she was doing, though. She'd fled here enough times to know the ropes; This was her turf, not theirs. A grin crossed her face beneath her mask, as she ducked behind a support pillar; Out of their sight as they followed her down the stairs, their flashlights brightening the area. 

One shouted for them to look for her. But she was ready, now. She quietly pulled the pipe from her belt, and sat the bag down. It made a small amount of noise that echoed in the station, but it could've been mistaken for crumbling debris from above. She pressed against the pillar, noting the light getting brighter and brighter. One of them were right around the pillar; She'd need to act fast, if she wanted to get this done.

Slowly, she stepped around the opposite side of the pillar; Slipping behind the man and his view with the flashlight. She gripped the pipe tightly in her right hand, jumping towards the man and clubbing the base of his skull, knocking him over. His flashlight hit the floor as he did, and the girl quickly snatched her bag up and began to flee again; Flashlights shining her way, but the others not close enough to do anything as she slipped deeper into the tunnels to hide. 

Thankfully for her, they were more concerned with their friend's life than chasing her down; So after a bit of running through the tunnels, she managed to cram herself away in the darkness, dropping her pipe and sighing in relief.[/color]

[color=Peru]"What a haul."[/color] [color=gray]She laughed to herself, digging into the bag. The bottles within rattled as she pulled one out, giving it a shake to boost her own confidence. They'd sell well to the other people running around the stations, and be good relief for her, too. She opened the bottle, scooping a few of the pills out with her fingers, before popping them in her mouth. She swalloed them without a second thought, and crawled farther back inside of a decent hiding spot, where she figured nobody would find her.

The darkness was so comforting; Nobody looking at her, nobody judging her. Trying to get her to do things she didn't want to do, just to survive. She'd do things her way, as she had been doing for the last year. The surface was hell; But down here, she felt secure. At home.
 Like she was truly protected here, by something. Nothing like that existed on the surface for her.

And probably never would.[/color][/Hider][/indent]

[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y[/sub][/color][hr]
[indent][color=Peru]W.I.P
 [/color][/indent]

[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ] F A M I L Y[/sub][/color][hr]
[indent][color=Peru][b]Father:[/b][/color] [color=gray] ??? - Age Unknown - Uncertain if Dead/Alive[/color]

[color=Peru][b]Mother:[/b][/color] [color=gray]-Classified- — 39 Years Old — Dead[/color]

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I like it, exactly the creepy off kilter vibe we're going for! Fits perfectly with the plot I have in mind.