Name: Yume
Age: 17
height: 5'4''
past: Yume was raised as an orphan, her parents having been killed when she was 7. She ran away when she was 13 and met a boy named Jun. Jun sheltered her and fed her until she was 16 when she decided to travel on her own.
personality: Yume is very quiet and secretive. Though she may be helpful, when it comes to injuries and fighting, she isn't much of a conversation holder. She never leaves anywhere without her guns. She doesn't normally show signs of love and affection for anyone.
appearance: Black tank top, frayed shorts, long leather jacket, thick ankle boots, half a heart shaped necklace, green eyes, full lips, medium short brown hair, pocket knife in her left pocket, gun holster and a gun on her right side.
Yume traveled through the empty town, tired from the long journey she had been through. She didn't see any signs of human activity. No children outside playing, no people driving, no old people doing their weekly yard work. Yume liked the silence that surrounded her. She took the moments she had to herself to think about what she was going to do while she was here.
Yume walked into a hotel, expecting to see a hotel clerk ready to assist the next customer. But what she saw, was a room full of dust and cobwebs. There were rats and spiders in the corners of the lobby. Yume glanced around the eerie room, slowly stepping towards the front desk.
No one was there though. Yume paced swiftly out of the creepy hotel and onto the street.
Screw this place, Im out of here... Yume thought.