<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/29_zps8b5d3f19-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Rina Marthins<br/>Age: 17 1/2<br/>Race: Human<br/>Eye Color: Sky Blue with tints of green<br/>Height: 5' 0"<br/>Weight: 85 lbs<br/>Other: Disguised as a male in over sized clothing. Really looks like the avatar image.<br/><br/>A young woman is on the run from a man who's treated her like a slave. Ever since her mother died at his hand, something she was never able to prove yet she knew it to be true. She'd worn a big overcoat. Hiding her face in the shadows of big floppy hat. Her body skinny yet toned from all the manual labor she'd been forced to do since she'd been maybe five years old. She was getting tired. The man was an abuser, a liarâ€¦and worseâ€¦he was a killer. The young woman runs til she reaches a port. Quickly scanning the area to find someplace to hide so she could rest. She just needed a few minutes. Nothing more. Just enough rest to get her some energy to keep on running. Til she'd be able to run no more. She spots a bunch of crates near a ship. They were just in the shadow of it. And a few were open and the lids to them had not been put on. She runs over quickly. Climbing into one full of different types of materials. Laying down in a ball.<br/><br/>Her coat matching another piece of material. Her form thin enough by now that it barely even showed. She fell into a deep sleep. What had been intended to be a few minutes turned into an hour. During which time the crate was sealedâ€¦though it was the kind that had those rectangular tiny openings. So she was still able to breath. The crates had then been loaded onto a ship. As the woman continued her sleeping undisturbed by anyoneâ€¦as only the captian of that ship was allowed to inspect the cargo.