Name: Robin Rivers<br/>Age: 20<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Human<br/>Occupation: Book Writer/Author<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee449/Inu_Imimota/anime-girl-sad.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Robin sat at her home jotting ideas down in her notebook. She was thinking of the next book she was supposed to be writing. She lets out a sigh,<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh...I hate writer's block</span>She thinks as she moves some of her hair out of her face. She hadn't even came up with a title yet. She lived in a nice apartment with her boyfriend...or so called boyfriend. She wished she never met him, for he was abusive towards her. Right now he was at work, and she was thankful for that. This was the only time she had to herself or wasn't being hurt by him. She sighs again and puts the notebook away.<br/><br/>She decides that maybe she could go out for the night, only to get some ideas for her next book. Her favorite place was a small field that she would visit occasionally. It would take her at least 30 minutes to get there ro so. She had to take several buses to get to where she was going. Once off the bus she began to walk. She she noticed smoke that was coming out of the ground.<span style="font-style: italic">What's that smoke?</span>She thinks. She begins to run and then she stops with a gasp to see a young man about her age laying in what looked like a creator. She looks at him. "Are you alright?" She asks.