Frost -- Human Joining

Life is hard when you're an outcast....
I am different, free to be me. Some people do NOT understand that. Therefore here I am, alone in the world that has its OWN crazy rules. I stand by a stone wall, watching college guys shooting heroine and shouting awful things at the saline infused females raised on 2 inch heels go by. I also see the homeless, ragged and tattered, gray-brown asking for a few dollars to buy booze or crack. Then there are the ordinary people, women in suits and skirts, as well as men in dress shirts and ties, on the daily rush home from work. Routine...not for me. Rather than become a machine that is programmed to do these things, I stand alone, and I stand out. Some people think that I am crazy, others that it is odd, and I should be ashamed to be different. It is a gift, and a virtue to be different. I am Jillian, and free to be the person I was meant to be. Because I am different, I gave up the title I was given, and added a new one. I am now *Frost*. A title that stands out, as I do.
Name. Jillian *Frost*
Age. 16
Breed. Human
Gender. Female
Appearence. Blonde haired, green eyes.
History. Parents are dead, but rather than be an orphan, she roams the streets. She is differnt, she does not beg for money, for she was left with quite a bit. She is not to friendly, her only companion is a black cat that has been with her since she left the remnants of her home. She calls him *Frost*
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