Poppy

Overall I'd say I'm open to some tremendously heavy RP. I'm happy to be in the background of any scene as well.

Homelessness: Poppy is looking for food, water, clothing, a shower and a job -- but most importantly, shelter. Any will do.

Parent to a missing child: Poppy was a mother for six months. Her child was never found.

Job Hopping: Poppy doesn't like to sit still for long. She knows how to make one paycheck go a long way.

Paranoia: Having been abducted before, charitable offers will be met with extreme paranoia.

If It's Not Bolted Down: Petty theft is practically compulsory.

Straya: Poppy moved to the US in 2012 with her neglectful family at the age of 10, making her feel disconnected to both the US and Australia.

Sex Work: Be prepared for a depressing and miserable experience if you pursue this RP hook.

No Glimmer Experience: Poppy has yet to experience Glimmer.

A living garbage heap brought to life. This 5'6" woman stands with a youthful face, covered by disheveled sandy blonde curls and what is either grime or bruises, or both. Her locks haven't been tended to with any serious effort in a long time. Gleaming blue eyes stand out between flushed cheeks, with purple bags under sunken sockets. The arch of her eyebrows gives her a sullen expression, and her thin pink lips rarely curl into a smile. The rest of her skin is a sickly pale, her form slim enough to be considered malnourished.

A men's t-shirt, easily five sizes too large, advertises some manner of beer, a pair of bottles crossed, modified to look like guns, and held in the hands of a excessively angry-looking cartoon bald eagle. Bold black text boasts, 'I got these guns in the U.S.A.'

Poppy's hands are relatively undamaged, unlike the rest of her. One hand clutches a pair of men's black sweatpants, the waistband far too loose to ever hang about her, its excess bunched up at the side with her fist. Two white stripes run down the outer edge of each pant leg.

A pair of maroon business socks cover her feet.