<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">♣ ♧Misfit♧ ♣</span><br/></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/6878/kyrt.jpg)</div><strong>User Name</strong>: Adelrune<br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Angel Bradford<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'6''<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 120<br/><strong>Biography</strong>: One of the first things people say when they meet Angel is that she doesn't look she fits her name. In her opinion she needed something rougher and less sweet. Angel came from a broken home. Her mother worked hard while her dad sat on his ass and drank beer, moaning about how life was unfair. As the youngest of three she was stuck at home while her brothers left for colleges halfway across the country, watching as her father would verbally degrade the hard working woman that did her best to keep them afloat.<br/><br/>Senior year of high school was supposed to be Angel's year. Where she would take the time to find a good college, graduate with honors. Maybe find a date to senior prom. But she was determined to find an afterschool job to help lighten her mother's load. In doing so she's begun to fall behind and become even more tight lipped than normal. That tomboyish attitude only driving everyone away.<br/><br/>While not disliked, she wasn’t exactly asked to go out to the parties or hang out after the football games. Angel had never really been that great at making friends even when she was younger. Growing up, she had very few girl friends, no one wanted to be your friend when you couldn’t host a sleepover. Turning to her brothers, she learned to enjoy baggy clothes that were always a size too big over dresses. Dirt and sweat from sports over makeup. A baseball cap and ponytail over hours spent making sure every strand of hair was perfectly straightened or curled. Coming into high school, she was quickly accepted into the group of misfits with open arms.