[center][h1][b][color=Brown]Kara Samson[/color][/b][/h1]
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[color=brown]”I can handle fighting.”[/color] Kara said bluntly, after hearing the other two talk. Fighting, and violence as a whole, was the very reason she was in this ring of events in first place. It’s not something she wasn’t used to handling, except now she could stab somebody with a wooden spike if she wanted. [color=brown]”Like I said, I’m used to this stuff. Not supernatural stuff, but fighting. I grew up with that. It’s how I got here.”[/color] Her hands shifted around in her pockets, Kara’s tone was blunt, there wasn’t much stopping her from staying. [color=brown]”I live alone. Nobody would notice if I’m with you guys. It’s quiet where I live, nothing ever goes on on that side of town, so it doesn’t seem like anything serious would follow me down there, nothing...supernatural at least.”[/color] She had been floating around under the radar for a while now, working some job downtown where she just moved stuff around. Corner store where people get beer and stuff on Saturdays. 

[color=brown]”How many more of you are there?”[/color] She asked.

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