My Character for Canterbury Tales

SASHA

Sasha walked into the DMV that fateful day because there was a job opening there that she wanted to apply for, after waiting two years to find one that she met the qualifications.  Now if only she could get the job and start saving up money. She had given up on her career as an artist; it had just put her out on the streets.

This 19 year old girl was very good looking. Her family had disowned her, so she lived in exile now. Her artwork was a bitter sweet reminder of why she was a on the streets Since she was such a shy person in her life, she was very wary of strangers. She had stalkers that would come and take pictures of her but she ignored them. Her hair was in a pixie cut, though it was getting really long now. Her hair was jet black with pink streaks, there was no way of knowing how she got the dye for it, but some suspected her of stealing. That was of course how she got her art supplies. Sasha’s eyes were covered by her hair, but sometimes if she wanted you to see them, her brilliant blue eyes would shine through her snarly bangs. They were filled with determination and rebellion. Her clothes were all raggedy after being on the streets for almost two years now.   

In the winter she was always freezing, and her only pair of gloves was covered in holes everywhere. Her jacket was in the same condition, but a fading silver color. It was a designer jacket, and it was amazing that she had managed to keep a hold of it. Sasha no longer had a good pair of shoes, her converse were more holes than shoe. Her Secret Circus jeans had been worn out to being almost completely see through. She did carry around a worn out backpack that carried all her art supplies and one change of clothes. Her other pair of clothes was worse for wear than the ones she worn now.

Her tattoo of a dragon that she had gotten before getting kicked out of her house, climbed up her back, the head of it seemed to rest on her neck. No one ever asked if it signified anything, but she told us that it was a symbol of strength to her and that she had to keep moving. Her life was just at its lowest right now.