Camille

The girl grew up in a cruel and unloving family, where she experienced only suffering and reproach. She tried to be the best, tried to be smarter, but no one cared. At school, she was treated with suspicion, not because of her tattered, cheap clothes, not because of her bruises, but because of her rude, rather detached, and withdrawn nature. She had acquaintances, but she was too withdrawn to make friends. During her childhood, she learned to endure and suffer silently, even if it hurt, even if it was dangerous, even if it was irreparable. She ran away from home and school in high school, found herself alone, living as she could, often on the streets or in abandoned buildings. She became addicted to drugs, hung out with a bad crowd, and more than one. Perhaps her greatest achievement in life is that she remained relatively healthy, never contracting an STD, HIV, or anything like that, although that's truly surprising, considering how much she'd tried. Over time, things got really bad, and she was left completely alone... without drugs, without friends... alone on the streets, weak, forgotten, downtrodden, broken, and humiliated...

Above average height, slightly reddened blue eyes with dark circles from fatigue, sickly pale (almost white) skin, long jet-black hair. Serious, beautiful facial features.

Serious, nihilistic, quiet. She has resigned herself to all the pain she has experienced; she is somewhat rough, but she doesn't do it intentionally and tries to behave well, though she's a little out of sorts. She is prone to apathy and sometimes fixates on something, but she recovers quickly. She is wary of people and considers them cruel. She herself is quite callous and dry, not at all sweet. Sometimes she is quite sarcastic. She is quite resilient and proud (but not arrogant). She is not inclined to be ashamed, accepting her mistakes as she should.