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Eyes of a fallen angel

the second cadee noticed that the pair had captured her vision, cadee quickly moved a hand to the side of her face to rid their vision of her. cadee had morphed into an introverted hermit in a matter of seconds, scared the male would find offense in her staring. cadee then took note of the dog that seemed to be watching over his master. she then heard vocals arise from the couple. cadee slowly aimed her vision to the male, icy blue oids timidly reaching their destination. his face. cadee gave a hurried nod, squeazing her appendages closer to her chest. "..yeah." she said timidly, shakily. the cold was becoming apparent on cadees facade, and her procelain skin. cadees jaw tightened as she moved her eyes back down to the dog.

Eyes of a tragedy

Beautiful disaster

Back story Cadee Johnson was born to a prostitute and a cocaine addict in New York City, living an unhappy existance for the first seven years of her life in which she was abused and broken. She was a malnoutrished, and her parents would sell for her body in exchange for drugs or a place to spend the night. This hell continued until she was rescued by child services and lived in 'The House' as called by its juvinelle residents; the supposed makeshift home until services find you a foster home. There she took up a love for art and artwork, spending hour upon hour sketching portrait after portrait of her peers. It wasn't until Cadee was nine that she was adopted by a young couple in San Francisco unable to have children of their own. They offered her open arms, but Cadee was beyond saving at that point, plunging headfirst in the drug and party scene. Her many encounters with ODs and intoxications made her vunerable to rape, which she endured several times. Cadee ran away with who she thought was 'the one' on her 18th birthday, but the boy soon left her for another, leaving Cadee lost and alone in Los Angeles.

Enter stage left Cadee is slim from malnourishment and quite petite, but she doesn't always look it. Flaxen locks grace the cranium of the dove, a broken halo atop the head of a fallen angel. Her orbis are a startling ice blue with flecks of silver, the gray more prominent in different lighting. She is often seen in old or tattered clothing, but her attire is rarely dirty.

Playing the part Cadee is a cocaine addict and is susceptible to take up other drugs as well. She longs to be seen and aspires to be an actress, and where better to make it than LA? Cadee is very niave and the picture of innocence; she wears her heart on her sleeve. Cadee is very introverted and keeps to herself most of the time. She loves the arts and has a paticular fondness for painting. She is, simply put, a modern-day damsel in distress.

Flyin' down the street again