Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://s833.photobucket.com/user/TimeKeys/media/library2/1ca908d8-572a-44b6-b171-e913751fbdc0_zpsc122c6b8.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/1ca908d8-572a-44b6-b171-e913751fbdc0_zpsc122c6b8.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Kiira Mavas<br/>Age: 17 (human age appearance)<br/>Race: Angelborn (angels born of human parents and without wings. Contain many attributes of angels. larger lung capcity, quicker healing, beautiful voices, downside is bones more fragile and they bruise easy.)<br/>Likes: when can help the street kids can, cheering others up, making others laugh, flowers<br/>Dislikes: Seeing younger children suffer, having to avoid gangs that are new in the area, watching mothers who are homeless unable to feed their own<br/>Strengths: caring for others, pickpocketing, lock picking, safe cracking, making others smile or laugh, calming children<br/>Weakness: has developed bad anorexia due to circumstances and caring for those who are worse off then herself, very little education, wears whatever clothes she can find, hungry but no longer truly remembers how to eat<br/>Favorite Saying: "There is always someone who is worse off than you. Caring for others will better yourself. There is light around every corner."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kiira was starving. She may not eat a lot and be extremely undernourished but she was still somewhat strong. She just couldn't remember the last time she ate more than a bread roll or a half eaten sandwich. Yet the looks on those kids faces. If only she could get money to feed herself and get all of her street siblings food as well. Then again her stomach probably wouldn't be able to handle food. She was not feeling so strong. Yet she had to do something. She needed to eat. She looked to the heavens. "I need a sign...please. Show me a sign...so that I can eat and help those less fortunate than me. Show me what to do next...to keep up my strength to keep up their spirits and hopes." She said as she sank to her knees.<br/><br/>A flyer that had been ripped off the wall by the wind and just been bouncing around suddenly was pickd up again and thrown through the air. A breeze randomly picking it up to drop it lightly against her legs. She picked it up. Thankfully there was a lot of pictures and she could puzzle out what it was. She forced herself up. Her pants was tattered and shredded up to the ass area. Her shirt was several sizes too small and full of tears also. She was clean for the most part. A dirt smudge on her cheek but her hair naturally fell like silk and she still appeared a model of perfection. Disheveled and like through hell an back yet still beauty in itself.<br/><br/>She saw the image on the paper was of the hospital for the children of her hood. Of the streets. She smiled a bit. That could help so many. She forced her body on with newfound energy. She followed the flyers with their arrows pointing her on. She couldn't read but a few things. She stopped outside the backdoor. She stayed back until the line was mostly gone. SHe dragged herself to the back door. "Please...I wish to volunteer." SHe held up the flyer. "This shows this event will help this hospital and that I'd be able to have money to feed myself and others like me less fortunate." She said.<br/><br/>The man seemed at first going to send her away. "Please sir. I need to do this. Have you ever seen the look on a childs face when everyone and everything they have ever known is suddenly gone? Do you know what it is like to starve and hunger? To see a homeless mother struggling to even feed her babies more than once a day. I have sir. I've been there. Even still I try to help those." She looked at him with pleading bright green eyes. "Please...I just want to volunteer. Even if it doesn't work the money you guys say I will get will help me eat for the first time in a very long time. The children in this place of healing will get better help and the children on the streets will have food too." She was almost in tears. This was the only way she could help them.<br/><br/>She let out a sigh of relief as the man sighed and walked her in. She was pulled along which she didn't like but all she could think of was she would eat....and those kids in her hood on the street would have a real meal tonight. Or soon. She swayed a second and was steadied. She was underweight and noticably so. The man looked at her. "Sir I'm sir. I have lived the streets my whole life. I wish to do this so that not only can I eat but that hospital get more funding and that money I get for this I can use to feed my street brother's and sisters."<br/><br/>The man went forward as the woman was about to say that concludes. Whispering to her and motioned in back. It had been hours of women and men who volunteered. The woman spoke. As she had done with all the others she introduced them and what they were here for."Well I thought we were done yet a last minute entry just arrived. A young woman named Kiira. Her reason for being here...is much more deep to the heart. She seems to have struggled herself here but while she has seemingly not much if anything of her own she volunteered for this auction to help the others on the street." She paused for a second. "She is not here for an education even though she is glad that it will help the hospital she knows of. She volunteered so that she might have something to eat but more importantly the children and homeless mothers and their babies, that are on the streets will have a real meal. Allow me to present to you...Ms. Kiira Mavas." THe woman motioned and Kirra was nudged forwards.<br/><br/>Kiira flushed as she was introduced. Slowly almost stumbling nudged forwards walked onto the brightly lit stage. Wincing at the brightness. It made her dizzy head ache. She listened as bidding started at five thousand. She just stood there as numbers kept getting higher and higher. She didn't care at least this was going well. She felt something in her pocket and her hand lashed out so quick you didn't see it. It looked like she was holding onto the man for support. Really it was a pickpocket preventing a pickpocketing. The man stated he was merey givng her her check and she let him go. Not like she had anything to steal anyways.