Name; Cheri Wild
Race: Human (some variation depending on the RP)
Age: late teens, early twenties (depending on RP)
Gender: Female
Appearance: She stands at anywhere between 5'3" and 5'7" (depending on SL) Her hiir is naturally jet-black andof varying length but depending on the whims, desires, orders of her clients, customers, pimps or owner(s) she will dye it, cut it, grow it out or wear wigs. Her eyes are blue but she will wear contacts if requested/ to. Skin as pure ivory when no make-up is applied and no hands or implements have cut, bruised or burnt it. The athletic, lithe tones of her body arecan be revealed, teased or completely covered . On the rare times she operates by her own whims, she prefers comfortable, casual clothing that covers as much as possible.
Sexual Preference: If she is allowed the freedom to choose, she is bi-sexual otherwise whatever is decided for her.
In My Own Words
I don't know why you want to know anything about me, but it is you money and th I have been commanded to fulfill any of your requests. There is not much to say, my memories of my childhood are brief moments of happiness clouded by pain. I don't know why, I don't want to know. All I know is I foud myself alone on the streets, I thik I may have been ten or eleven. Discarded, abandoned, .clearly unworthy of even the love of those who were supposed to care for me., I survived at all costs, in alleways, under bridges, under the roof of a warehouse or the cellar of a shop. I begged, robbed, ran errands, gambled, danced and yes..g avve body up for a warm meal,a place to stay, or just to survive the night.
Don't waste the pity of that look on me and don't duck your head in shame either. I know my place in life. I soon realized that my body was my best commodity and my willingness to surrender it to the desires of others was my greatest strength. Letting others claim ownership of me, whether temporarily or for what they say is forever, is my only way to wake up another morning. I've been traded, sold, caged and left for dead more times than I can remember. I've even been housed by naive, welll-meaning fools who think they can nurture me into becoming "my own person", but it never lasts. Either they wisen up and realize why I exist, or their kindness and generosity strangles me and I escape back to my destiny.
Don't..don't try and trick me with some offer of comfort. You've wasted all your time listening to me when you could have used me however you wish. Sorry, next time spend your money more wisely.