Age: 21
Sexual orientation: straight
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Marks: heart shaped beauty mark on right upper lip, lip and noes piercing as well as dermal piercings
Eyes: chartreuse green
Hair: long and black
Scent: cherry blossoms deodorant and cranberry soap (usually)
Carries: prepaid cell phone
Heritage: Mother - Spanish
Father - German? (not confirmed)

Though she might sit tight lipped for hours tucked away in a corner in the local DG, the shy somewhat awkward girl, Farlicia Genira has her own demons chasing her everytime she closes her eyes. Born to a factory worker and a house wife, abuse and violence is nothing new to this girl. No matter how bad her father beat her mother she would never leave him or talk ill of him, so loyal was her heart. He would never injure the woman's neck, face, arms or hands, but would beat her on her body thus concealing her wounds beneath clothing. Sometimes he would hit Farlicia's mother so hard that she would jump as if she, Farlicia, herself could feel it. The most her father ever did to her was ruin her self esteem. Mutt, ugly, dim wit, good for nothing bitch were some of his nick names for her.

It wasn't until the day her mother died that her father's abuse moved to Farlicia. How her mother died isn't clear. After school, Farlicia would walk home, nothing unusual in that. Reaching the door to the apartment she heard her father screaming and yelling at her mother and of course throwing punches, nothing unusual in that. Than Farlicia heard a loud thump and the screaming was over, now that was unusual. Entering the apartment, Farlicia could see from the kitchen into the living room, her mother's lifeless body laying beside the couch. Her father was on the phone calling what had to be 911, his face pale but blank and devoid of emotion. Farlicia thought she saw a hint of blood in her mother's hair but she wasn't quite sure, her father had sent her to her room soon after he ended the call and threaten her if she were to come out. Sirens soon whailed in the distance and the police came and ambulance, Farlicia watched from her bedroom window as they took her mother away never was she to see her again. She didn't know what her father told the police or what really transpired that day though she had hunches. Her father even forbade her of going to her mother's funneral.

In the days that followed, Farlicia became the woman of the house, doing the things that her mother used to do for her father, however she could never do them well enough for him and there came the day that he striked her, knocking the girl into the refrigerator because she hadn't cooked the eggs to the proper consistancy that he wanted. On reflects Farlicia lifted the still hot skillet and slammed it against her father's head. For a moment he staggered and was dazed but when he came to he yanked her by the collar of her shirt and tossed her outside the house taking her shirt right off her back and leaving her with nothing but the skant clothing that she had.

Now poor and homeless, Farlicia roam taking shelter where she could, eatting what she could till her travels took her to Hathian where she would soon discover things were gonna get a lot worse and in some ways better. She would develope a misture of distrust and liking for men, she would quickly grow up, and most of all she would learn a new way to silence her pain and to make it all go away.

RP LIMITS

NO: sex with females whatsoever or in conjunction with females as in group sex or threesomes. No licking/kissing feet, bestiality, cycle fetishes, vomit, lactating fetishes, won't alter av, no abortion or infanticide, mutilation & wounds and damage(ask first). No sexual voice chat or web camming. Nothing gross like spitting or snotting on my character. No permanent death and must have a valid reason.

- Farloc Genira