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"Vi? What kind of name is that?"

"Violet, Vi for short. Isn't that a nice name? Better than not having one, right?"

"I'd rather not be named after my deformity, jerk."

"It'll stick eventually, Vi."

Jump City was bustling, a silver metropolis that hung close to the west coast and sang out with the roar of cars and people and buildings like a monster. It was much different from the greenery of the country side, as different as night and day. Back "home" the only noise would have been the cry of birds and the whir of technology, and she wouldn't have to be so worried about being struck by vehicles or receiving odd stares from civilians. Where she was once together with someone else and stranded in the middle of no where, now she was utterly alone, surrounded by cold hearts, tall buildings, and burning asphalt. The sun above shone brightly, warming Violet to an uncomfortable sweat as she attempted to find refugee under the shade of some of the buildings.

"Who knew such a place could be hotter than home, even with all these buildings around!" Violet whispered to herself, pulling the black hood over her face further, shrouding her features in shadow. The color purple glowed from her free hand momentarily until she shoved it back into the hoodie pocket, intertwining it with the other hand that was already hidden within the woolen throw-over that was already much too big from the short girl. Many folks passed by the overly-dressed teen, sharing their confused gazes with one another over and over until Vi couldn't stand just standing and being viewed much longer. She took off for the next shaded already, beneath a overhanging, corner building simply titled "Pizza". She glanced about before taking a seat a few feet away from the door, curling her knees up into her chest as she let out an exhausted sigh.

Violet had been on the move for at least two weeks now, jumping from town to town with only a hastily packed bag, twenty dollars (which was now down to five), and a deformity and power that reduced her chances of conversing with and befriending people. She was tired, hot, and terrified. Why did she leave, she didn't have to... All she did was... Hurt... Him. Violet allowed her head to lower until her forehead was resting on her knees, mouth drawn into a tight line. It had been an accident, he made her angry, so angry. He had no gloves, no protection from her hands.. And she just...

The sound of a bell made the small girl freeze and glance up, finding that the door of the pizzeria seemed to ring when someone entered or left. More stares were given to the young girl, and an especially cold glare was being thrown her way from one of the employees inside. Violet pouted back in response, but slowly rose up and wandered to the left of the building, walking until she discovered a wall of the pizza place without a window to lean against. Cars rushed passed, gleaming colorfully in the sun, and Vi watched with bored eyes, hoping to forget her mistakes with each passing metal contraption.

Vi eventually lost all interest in the flurry of rainbow machines passing by, instead turning her focus onto one of her now-free hands. Shades of purple swirled across her skin, producing a faint hiss. It had once been so much worse, her arms had almost been completely inhumane, just large, jagged appendages that only knew how to destroy. She had claws, and her skin was layered and almost crystalline, but He had calmed it, and now it was just a deep stain on her tan skin. He expressed his desire to help her control it, trained her a bit, but now she was alone. Yet, despite not having someone pestering her to control; it anymore, Vi still felt it her job to keep it in check and prepare it. Perhaps this taint could be used for good... But probably not. With one final sigh, Vi shoved her hand back into the hoodie pocket and lowered her head, allowing the shade of the buildings to keep her semi-cool as she sank deeper into her own thoughts, ignoring the bustle around her as she should have done a few hours before.

"Come near me and I'll beat the shit outta ya!"

Name:
Erin Keller
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Height; Weight:
5'3; 93lbs

Years in Blackwing:
Two
Apartment Number:
2F

Room Description:
Erin usually sleeps in the second bedroom, which is fitted with a metal-framed bed, massive bookshelf, computer desk, and thousands of posters and other items to fill up space. Normally messy, since she can't be bothered to bend over and pick stuff up. Has at least three ashtrays scattered around the room, one on her desk, one beside her bed, and one on her bookshelf. The rest of her apartment is bare, save for a couch, a tiny TV, kitchen appliances, and a bunch of random shit that was bought on a whim. A litter box is located in the bathroom, and plenty of cat toys are hanging around.

Odd Trait:
- Afraid of men
- Recluse
- Amputee (leg/eye)

Physical Descriptions:
Erin is missing a leg and an eye, enough said. Though she does have a scrawny body type and a rather strange hairstyle, it's obvious that those around her would be drawn to the fact that she is missing a few body parts. Other than her deformities, though, Erin could be considered a nice-looking woman, with a round face, small nose and mouth, large, blue eyes, and bleached hair that has a strip of black running through it. She's rather pale, mostly because her skin barely sees the outside light, and is underweight from barely eating. Her hands are elegant and calloused from writing and typing for most of her life, and despite walking about with a crutch she carries around an air of richness that could not have been discarded once she moved away from her overbearing family. She is missing her left leg and right eye from a horrible car accident that occurred when she was still in middle school, and normally hides these deformities with an eye patch and bandages. Has an array of other scars and cuts on her torso and arms, but they are mostly healed. Her outfits of choice are almost always black or gray, and she especially loves crop tops and dresses.

Background Info:
The daughter of a rich and large family, Erin was raised and spoiled as much as the next wealthy kid. She spent her younger days writing and messing around with her father's technology, and was often scolded for doing so. Despite that, she was a surprisingly smart individual, and did well in her classes at school. English and writing were her strong points, while she didn't do so well in the sciences and math portions. She was still praised by her family though, which only helped to inflate her ego a bit (and her collection of stuffed animals and pets). Elementary school blew passed like a breeze, and Erin was happy with a life full of family, friends, and smarts.

Her fear of men was conceived at the age of ten, when her father began to realize that his little girl would be taken from him soon if she were to fall in love with another man. Mr. Keller began to tell her horror stories about men, showing her horrible clips of men, just doing anything to turn his little girl away from the idea of dating another male. It began to backfire, though, when Erin began to grow so scared of men that she would actually run and hide or attack them if one were to get too close. Her father was no exception. The fear could now grow by itself, and with each passing glance at a man it would inflate more and more until Erin couldn't even stand living in the same household as one. She was transferred to an all-girls school, and her father and any male workers or family members were to stay far, far away from her room.

One day after school, during a rather... Calm spell, as Erin would put it, the family had decided to send Erin's father to pick her up from classes. When she entered the car and saw him in the driver seat, though, she emitted an ear-splitting scream and fell back into the street. Fear kept her moving, but not fast enough, as she was struck suddenly with a speeding van. Her leg was crushed, and the debris formed by skidding wheels dug deeply into her right eye, scarring the flesh. The next year was spent in a hospital and rehabilitation center. Her leg and eye had been much too damaged to repair, so they were simply amputated, and Erin had to grow used to not having a leg. By the age of fourteen she was fully prepared to return outside, but her entire attitude had changed. She was much more crass and abrasive, and her fear of men had been somewhat handled with a therapist (but not really).

She went through high school with her head lowered, she lost interest in friends and everything social, and grew much more anxious in crowds, feeling as though everyone would stare at her deformities. She dropped out at the age of seventeen, feeling the pressure was just too much to handle, and Erin became a recluse, staying in her room for most of her days until she was finally kicked out and sent to live by herself in an apartment complex called Blackwing. Her family still sent her money, but only enough for food for the month. Her rent was paid for by her short novels, which she had began to write at the age of seventeen. While she still isn't comfortable around the men of the apartments, Erin is rather curious about the tenants, and will observe them at times by hanging out in the lobby.

Things to Know:
Keller Corp: A company run by Robert and Marie Keller, Erin's parents. Focuses mostly in the electronics industry and have created a variety of tablets, smartphones, and other helpful gadgets. Erin used to be praised just because of her last name by strangers, though it hasn't happened as often anymore.

Androphobia: The fear of men, given to Erin by her overbearing father. While she used to just run from men who got too close in the past, now adays she is much more ready to beat them to a pulp, even if she doesn't mean it. She can now stand to be in the same room as a man, but will not take lightly if they get in range of her crutches. Currently trying to snap herself outta the fear.

Amputation: Erin was given the choice of receiving a prosthetic but refused during an awful fit and was never given another chance. She is rather good at hopping around on one leg but finds it much less awkward to just use crutches. Her eye is normally closed, even without the eye patch, because the carnage underneath is a bit gruesome even now.

Kyle Eckleburg: Erin's pen name, used to write her popular action-fantasy novellas. Is somewhat afraid of her own alias.

Other:
- Smokes, at least half a pack a day now.
- Obsessed with cats. In fact, she has a black cat named Cinder, but more cats actually hang around her balcony (since she sets out food for them too).
- Has written three short, relatively popular novels. Is currently writing her first full length book.
- Since she has a lot of free time, Erin has taken up many hobbies, like playing instruments, uni-cycling, origami, and anything else she can find and learn from on the web.

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Erin's Relationship Chart
♥ = romance|| ♦ = friends || ♠ = enemies || ○ = neutral

○/♠ Jin: Male. Talking to him about getting into the apartments had been difficult, but Erin found that if she just imagined that he was a female it was less scary. Appreciates the fact that he is running such a helpful place.

♠ Adonis "Andy" Ring: Male. Fuck him.

♠/♦ Daniel Wordsworth: Male? Erin likes observing Daniel, especially when he's crossdressing, and she takes an interest in his ability to make a whole one-eighty from male to female.

♠/○ Isam Hajjar: Male. New guy, Erin hasn't had enough time to formally "meet" this one yet.

♠ Cat: Male, and an odd one at that. She might have seen him on the roof once or twice before, but she can't be sure. He always looks cut up, and Erin has deduced that he is some sort of mobster who gets into fights constantly.

♠/♦ Dog: Ma- No. This one is a girl, right?No?? Erin isn't sure what to think of Dog, since she appears to be a male but, for some reason, she doesn't feel as much fear around this one as others.

♠ Erin Keller: "Some smoke for relief, I smoke to die."

♦ Alice White: Erin finds Alice's cat-like ways adorable and considers her a friend of sorts. Erin kind of wants to pet her at times, in the most normal way possible though.

♦ Amelia Perrault: Despite not being able to share a normal conversation, Erin does find Amelia to be a very sweet individual, and she is very impressed with the girl's athleticism.

○ Estelle "Stella" Adams: Erin isn't sure what to think of Stella's moody-ness, and since she isn't one for appreciating emotional people she hasn't gone out of her way to converse with the blind girl. At least she's not a guy.

♠/♦ Mackenzie Cole: Clingy, Erin doesn't like clingy. At the same time, though, Erin does think her ability to rock out is fantastic and often wonders if it'd be okay to do a few songs with her.

♠ Leslie "Nevermore" Axelfeild: Male. Weird male. Wait why are you scared one second and flirty the next wtf weirdo male weirdo.

♠ Cody Mensah: Male. Apparently he's some sort of witch, but Erin doesn't really care for all that magical crap. He once said that she had an evil spirit clinging to her, and that led to her hitting him rather brutally with her crutch.

♠ Lucy Coure: Erin hates small children, especially bratty small children, so she and Lucy aren't exactly very close nor friendly.

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