Name: Ursula Nowak
Age: 25
Appearance: [hider=She is gonna be cold][img]https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/0f/3b/c9/0f3bc92e44c9d5a226feb61852c25884.jpg[/img]
Art by Mascha is tired (I think?)[/hider]
Background: Ursula's upbringing was far from tragic. On the contrary, she lived in a reasonably happy and healthy family. They were never well off, and Ursula always spent her youth straddling the line of utter poverty and just being poor. She spent most of her youth drawing, painting, and distracting herself with art to express the subtle feeling of desperation she felt because of her mother. Ursula's life didn't get hard until she was eighteen. Her mother had made it clear that she would have to leave when she was an adult, but she hadn't expected her mother to leave all her belongings on the porch and change the locks while she was at work.

Ursula's life was turbulent since then. They spent years living in their car. They worked a job and tried to stay afloat, but never made quite enough money to get a start in life. It was fortunate then that she was found by a peculiar savior. A group of punks found her in a particularly sad moment, crying in her car. They offered to take her with them to a local concert, buy her some drinks, and let her clear her mind.

That moment completely changed her. She got a taste of the punk scene proper. A putrid basement bar coated head to toe in grime, graffiti, and tattered band posters. The music was loud, and it was shit, and the drinks were warm. She felt at home for the first time since she was a teen. The punks who came with her shared their exploits, both the outrageous shenanigans and their own struggles with poverty. By the end of the night, she had returned to their home, and she never looked back.

Already an artist, this communal living space, full of free love and bibations, was like a sanguine Eden for artists. She spent years with this found family, seeing the underbelly of the city, making art both on canvas and under bridges and in bathroom stalls. Her art, no longer a distraction but an exploration, gained some notoriety in the local scene. At the age of twenty-three, her dreams seemed like they were coming true.

Unfortunately, she bit off more than she could chew. She ended up paying for an art studio to produce and sell her art properly. It ended up being her downfall, as the price of rent was far too high and her art did not flow from the brush as easily as it did before. The stress turned into dread as she watched her built-up equity disappear. Her friends, who had pulled her from the gutter, now saw her as 'fake' and abandoned her. All the feelings: of betrayal, anticipation, dread, and failure, culminated in her last work of art. A piece that was bought but immediately returned, under the pretense of it being 'haunted'. With this new title as a 'haunted artist' they returned to being a 'starving artist' once they could no longer pay for their studio.

That's when the Maniacles Corporation entered her life. They sent a letter offering to buy her art, giving her exactly the money she would need to pay her overdue rent. In return, she would be a part of their experiment in Alaska. As an artist without money, friends or muse, she felt like she had no other choice.

HP: 34/34

Then there are skills. There will be three categories.

Combat: Nothing magic, but anything you would fight with. Could be
   Improvized weapons (blunt): 3
   Fist fighting (self-defense): 2
   Firearms (pistols): 3
   Knives: 2
   

Support: Nothing magic here either. It could be anything from culinary skills to engineering. Could be
   Arts and crafts: 5
   Computers: 3
   Forgery: 2

Magic: TBD

Equipment: 

Items: 
-Portraits and Easel
-Painting tools
-Laptop and art pad

Money: $147.56