User: Brok3nAng3l<br/>Name: Angel Cummins<br/>Age: 21<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Orientation: Bisexual<br/>Turn On's: muscles, smooth talkers, romance<br/>Turn Off's: arrogance, ignorance, sweat/ b.o.<br/>Bio: Having to escape her obsessive ex-boyfriend Angel had changed her name and cut off ties to all of those she knew in her old town and moved to Gasmville where she spent every dime she had left from her inheritance left by her grandmother to buy a modest house. Now she's broke and has no idea who would hire her where she has no college education. At least with the house paid for in full she'll never need to worry about a roof over her head.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Angel walked back to her house at the very end of the street, plucked her keys from her purse and opened the door. It had been a long fruitless day for job hunting and now all she wanted to do was go to sleep with the hope for a better day tomorrow. Dropping her keys on the table in the hallway she was nearly knocked over by her huskie Sky. "Heya boy! How you doing? Did you miss me? Let's get you some food before we go to bed."<br/>Back home people had always said she was obsessed with her dog, but it was more that her love and respect for animals was so big that she would talk to them like they were people. Even if he didn't talk back, Angel was sure he knew what she was saying. After quick trip to the kitchen and the backyard, she dragged her feet into her bedroom, shedding her clothes as she walked. Sky was on the bed before her and she snuggled up to him, knowing that no one could ever protect her the way he would.