<a class="postlink" href="http://s1346.photobucket.com/user/gthicbellydancer/media/image_zps4e4cbe54.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i1346.photobucket.com/albums/p695/gthicbellydancer/image_zps4e4cbe54.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Rea Crestmore<br/>Age: 17<br/>Occupation: College freshmen<br/>Bio: Rea lost her mother at a young age, her father raising her on his own. He's overprotective over the young woman, though has a habit of pushing her too far. She plays the violin and flute, and does sing. At a young age she saw the world for what it was. People follow faith blindly, and what do they get? Disappointment. She felt that her mother shouldn't have died, but she doesn't voice it to her father. Despite this, she finds beauty and solace in the world, and in a sanctuary she discovered years ago.<br/><br/>Personality: calm, polite, curious, adventurous.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------------------</div><br/><br/>The hiking trip was only supposed to be two days. Two days of an adventure, two days of finding some peace. Though, she had somehow become lost. The forest had changed since she was last there as a child, and even though it was against her better judgement, she found herself wandering deeper into the forest. She knew the meadow had to be somewhere, knew it couldn't be gone. Had she forgotten where to go? Forgotten where it was? She shook the thought from her mind as she walked, listening to the noises around her.<br/><br/>"The river, I'm not too far off..." She said to herself, a small smile as she listened to the distant sound of running water. She picked up her pace as hurried, coming to a stop at the waters edge. She remembered the river well, it had to be the same one from all those years ago. She looked towards the trees, tilting her head to the side. Did she see a cabin?