Appearance: 5’5, 120lb, Long auburn hair, hazel green eyes<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/55a0d496-cce4-42d1-8e29-408ff11651aa_zps1855a36f.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/55a0d496-cce4-42d1-8e29-408ff11651aa_zps1855a36f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Michele Willies<br/>Age:28<br/>Race: Caucasian<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Height: 5’5<br/>Weight: 120 lb<br/>Personality:  Confident, independent, yet can be shy, secretive, can seem to be a bit aloof<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Dreams: to be free of her secret<br/>Fears: small places, her secret to be found out<br/>Strengths: smart, confident, independent<br/>Weaknesses: trust issues so it hard for her trust people mostly men<br/><br/>Other information:<br/><br/>Michele grew up in a small town with her parents. Thriving a small town as a child. Not so much teenager.  It seemed like everyone knew what she was up to meaning that her parents knew what she was up. Including the fact she holds a crush the bad boy of the town. She dreamed be one her and of traveling the world. Studying hard Michele received scholarship to college of state. Night before she was about to leave, her dreams nearly came to end.<br/><br/>Ten long years later Michele has come home. Everyone in her small home town assumes that she has come back home for her father’s funeral. They are partly right. Michele’s father death shadows the real reason why she is back.  A secret she believed long ago buried. It is now threating to be unburied. Quite literally an old dilapidated bar is being torn down; a new establishment is taking its place.  There is no doubt in Michele’s mind what the wrecking crew will find in the old bar’s foundation. A man’s murder remains. The man she killed.<br/>Black endless night stretched out in front of Michele. Exhausted from driving for hours on end, from crying countless hours for a man she dearly loved. She was angry at him dying to soon. Not giving her a chance to say goodbye. For making her come back home. A place she vowed never to come back. Guilt racked her. It wasn’t his fault.<br/><br/><br/>As she reach the outer parts of the town. None of it seemed to have changed. Neat little house with manicured lawns. Only when she gotten further into did she that not all things were same. Many of the business were gone. Like the video store at the end of main. The ice cream place that her and parents would sometimes have a treat. The pharmacy were her father had worked. All boarded up now. The town looked sad and depressed much like her the way she was feeling.<br/><br/>She stopped briefly at the yellow flashing light in the middle of town. Without thinking she turned left and followed the road to the end. There on right was the reason for her exile. Parking the car she out. Look at the bar not seeing the ruin before.<br/><br/>Neon lights shows brightly. Flashing then slowly spelling out Clancy’s, a bar and grill that nearly all the town people would come for a drink or have a bite to eat. Country music could be heard out into the parking place. She could hear Reba singing Fancy. Her and friends laughing all huddle up in corner trying to hide the beers the bar tender gave them. No one really cared the girls would be leaving the next day for college.<br/><br/>That night had started out so wonderfully and ended so deadly. She push the memory away. Of the seemly charming bar keep. Of pain, torn cloths and blood. Of a man drowning in a pool of concrete.<br/><br/>A heavy hand landed on her shoulder. She yank it. Bowed her body so that hand that belong a body would roll over hers. It landed with a heavy thud and ooouuff. She place a her high heel boot on the man neck.<br/><br/>“ Who the Hell are you and Hell are doing here” Michele growled down at him.