Katie

Name: Katie Sex: Female Age: 23 Bio: At age three, Katie was abandoned by her parents. She bounced from social care home to social care home until the system itself gave up on her. An unlucky teen in a cruel world, she quickly toughened up and took to fighting, both to earn a living and keep herself save. These days she fights to earn enough rent money to keep her shitty apartment, waiting for a wealthy, pretty Prince Charming to take her out of poverty. Appearance: Katie is the sort of woman you can understand the entire history of just with one glance, her outward appearance so striking in its unabashed individuality that a single glance can serve as a snapshot of her entire history. She's not a high class girl. Her favorite wool-lined coat is stained with grease and dirt, worn in that special way that only rough, older things can be. Her jean shorts are homemade and poorly cut, high-riding on her long, bruised legs; a thin strip of black thong is visible above the waistband, a fact that doesn't bother her much. Her cropped zip-up motorcyclist top is a size too small, rife with cigarette burns and self-repaired rips earned by her aggressive tendencies. A pair of battered, black combat boots cover her feet, the color a dark contrast to her otherwise pale skin. Her hair, an unmanageable mane of jet black hangs in a tomboyish medium cut, framing a face that's stuck in a perpetual scowl. Her eyes are large, blue, and piercing, staring out with an air of hostility, a challenge for the world to fight her, a notion backed up by the bandages covering her fists. Personality: Katie's the sort of girl you'd find in back-alley bars chugging piss-water beers like water, her mouth an open waterfall of vulgarities spewing strings of insults at anyone who'd dare cross her. She's the kind of girl that can be seen beating the ever-living shit out of some asshole that's been staring at her ass for too long. She's the kind of girl who breathes grit, a tough and rumble product of a poor, lower-class existence. She's a mean-eyed woman of action, her attitude a product of a violent lifestyle. She struggles with forming relationships and her trust issues run deep; her go-to is sex as that's what most of her past, shitty boyfriends used her for. She's not one to be embarrassed or beat around the bush when it comes to fucking thanks to past traumas, and sex is her go-to in relationships since it's what most men wanted from her. She'll fuck wantonly and without attachment, but would probably have a heart attack if someone held her hand. At heart she's a romantic waiting to break through the walls she's built, to let someone in who cares not about her body, but her. Likes: violence, trashy movies, drinking, smoking, sex, tattoos, motorcycles Dislikes: the idea of being vulnerable, girly things, domesticity, guys who want to use her for sex