<strong>Player:</strong>Darkling<br/><br/><strong>Image:</strong>(http://img4.gelbooru.com//images/232/423911ac38da5a459bee9748ef9e476270752a10.jpg?235840)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kelly<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Prostitute<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual, anything for the right price. (see my o/os)<br/><br/><strong>Virginity(yes or no):</strong>*laughs* sure, right... whatever you want honey~<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>In another time and place, Kelly would have graduated Med School and become a doctor, taking up the mantle of healing the sick, and raking in big bucks. Proud and self reliant, with a sucessful career... but ultimately lonely, for she was never willing to 'risk' anything outside of her career. Untill one day, she met a man... a man who would introduce her to the glory of submission and BDSM, in whome she would learn to explore her kinky side, and that it was entirely possible to have a life and a career at once... and would live happily ever after, with her Master... her Husband.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Fate is not so kind. Kelly is a Med School drop out, the mutual fund that was to handle her education costs was heavily invested in china and ran into the ground when the civil war erupted, leaving her holding the bill for almost a entire year of expensive medical school. She was forced to turn, in desperation, to<em>erotic dancing</em>, in order to pay her school bills.. and hopefully one day return to complete her education. Taking advantage of some lewd pole dancing lessons she had once agreed to as a birthday present for a ex boyfriend, she was able to make great money, more infact, that she would have had she completed college and got into her intended career. So even though the debts were paid off, she decided not to return to school, following the sultry allure of exhibitionism and easy money in stripping... Kelly embraced the sex industry wholeheartedly, displaying herself and working the crowds with more enthusiasm than any of her fellows and it wasnt long before she began offering<em>favours</em>to her regulars for even larger tips. She had discovered her kinky side... but not in the arms of a lover, but among strangers, where money was the goal, and the body was something to be sold.<br/><br/>Eventually, the sex became and end in its self, and she retired from stripping to take up actual prostitution, which proved a less reliable a income... at times surpassing her old dancing income, and at times falling far short, but by this point, with her debts paid off, she really didnt need alot of money, and enjoyed the.... sensation of selling herself. A existence she has come to enjoy... and would have continued to do so until the world fell apart around her.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Easy, somewhat cheerful, but mixed in with that particular brand of world-weary cynicism common to all whores, and extremely<em>Mercenary</em>, shes a nice enough person, but her ultimate loyalty goes to the highest bidder... and that does not just mean money, but in the coming world, one who can offer her the highest odds of survival in their shadow.<br/><br/><strong>Items:</strong>Knives (In her boots), a pair of metal handcuffs, (normally both on her left wrist, the key is around her neck. They are actually 'trick handcuffs' she can release herself without a key, but the mechanism is hidden) and her jacket which contains the usual prostitutional fare; birth control, morning-after pills, condoms, and a viberator (http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/80638/300.jpg). Her panties (http://www.arentwenaughty.com/images/larges/fetish-fantasy-series-10-function-remote-control-fantasy-panty-552028_202045515984.jpg) of choice are somewhat special, and the remote is also in her jacket.<br/><br/><strong>Daily Schedule:</strong><strong>Morning:</strong>Downtown (asleep),<strong>Midday:</strong>Downtown (asleep),<strong>Afternoon:</strong>Commerical District,<strong>Evening:</strong>Downtown,<strong>Late Night:</strong>Inner City