Name: Karmen Marcey Satyr
Alias: Karma Satyr
Age: 32

Background:

Karmen was an only child who grew up in a well-to-do family. While his father owned a successful bar - his mother stayed home to dote upon her precious son. He was an exceptionally bright student who surpassed his public schooling and got him at the tender age of 13, to be enrolled in a top-notch boarding school. There he thrived, moving to the top of his class and making meaningful ties with his peers.

After graduation, against his parents wishes, Karmen decided to forgo attending University. They were disappointed but lovingly supported him as his adeptness with computers awarded him a Software Programmer's apprenticeship with a big city corporation. Dazzled and taken in by the city with all it had to offer; Karmen was keen on the night life and the numerous opportunities.

Yet even here, did he have trouble finding a woman to share his life with. Friends he had plenty of, but meeting girls and dating just never came easily. After nearly giving up, he finally met someone who seemed equally enthralled with him as he was of her; life was grand! Their relationship progressed quickly, eventually moving in with one another and everything was SO good! Then that one fateful argument happened; she yelled about her needing space.. him being too possesive and jealous.. none of which he could deny. When she had threatened to leave him, his control snapped and he struck her harshly, now way was he going to lose her. The smack was the beginning of the end.

Unfortunately for Karmen.. she didn't leave, nor did she tell anyone. Once the abuse began it never ceased. Beating his girlfriend was as constant as the sun rising in the moring and the moon at night. It would've gone on like this for the rest of their days, except their days were numbered. During one instance, she fell and sustained a nasty concussion requiring a hospital visit; which led to a police investigation. She refused to press charges, but the law had other plans in mind; they slapped the cuffs on him - and thus began a 3 year state sentence for felony domestic abuse.

His parents tried to stay in his corner, but his own guilt and shame drove a wedge between them. It wasn't just guilt and shame of what he'd done, but of what had been done to him in prison. The daily beatings, abuse and his life persistently threatened, unless he smuggled drugs for the gangs. This exposure to drugs quickly had him using and abusing them himself. At first it was for acceptance; but continued for the escape it provided. Once he was 'in', he managed to keep his head down and his nose clean. He was released for good behavior after serving 2 years of his sentence with parole. Walking outside into freedom with no money, no home and an addiction to deal with; this once well-mannered, clean-shaven young man is lost in the ocean; quickly drowning.