Name: Shari Myran<br/>Age: 20<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Princess1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Height: 5â€™ 0â€<br/>Extra: Is an animal lover and helps out at her grandmotherâ€™s zoo. Sweet natured and always putting others before herself. Shy at times and gentle. She has a pet tabby named Boban. Very frail due to a heart condition which has gotten better over the years. However, extreme stress can still bring on the effects of her once very weak heart.<br/><br/>Shari was scared. Very, very scared. She didnâ€™t know what to do. She had seen something she wasnâ€™t supposed to see. A hit of some sort. She wasnâ€™t sure what. Just that she had witnessed a mass killing and it scared the hell out of her. She bit her lower lip as she waited for the man she had been told was going to keep her alive. She hated this. She had to leave her cat Boban with her grandmother. She missed him. He made her happy but they had said any ties to who she had been would make the protection guise null and void. She just wanted to go home. She wished she hadnâ€™t seen that murder. She was terrified of what the hit man would do if he found out she had seen him kill that family. She bit her lower lip nervously.<br/><br/>What would this man who was going to protect her be like? Would he be kind? If he was a mean guy she wasnâ€™t sure how well she could deal with him. She didnâ€™t like mean people. She waited until the male walked in. Flushing as he was tall and very handsome. He also made her feel very, very short because of her petite height. She looked up at the male as his boss explained that the man was going to pretend to be her â€œhusbandâ€. A look of shock crossed her features but was quickly replaced by the fear she felt. Her heart back to racing ninety miles a minute. Not good for her heart with the way it was. She was trying to calm down but was very, very afraid. What if he found out? That was her biggest fear. That he would find out and come after her. She had seen him rape the girls of that family before he killed them.<br/><br/>She had called the police but from a hiding place. She blushed a bit as the handsome man addressed her when the boss said to introduce themselves. â€œShari Myran.â€ She said softly. Holding a hand to her chest. Trying to still her racing heart. The mere motion indicated someone with a weaker than average heart. Her hand delicately placed over her heart. â€œIâ€™m very afraid.â€ She said honestly. Terror racing through her eyes for a moment. She bit her lower lip and looked down. She was terrified. That man was cruel and vicious. She had hidden because she had been sleeping in the house when the man broke in. She had hid in the closet that had large slitted bars making up the door. Hiding in the shadows to not be seen. Breathing as softly as possible to mask her presence. It had worked but barely. The clothes having hid her when he checked the closet when she sneezed. The close call is what had her so majorly terrified.