well alot of you are probably sayin "well its about fockin time!!!" XD here's my katie "redd" murdock - my protagonist, the homeless lycan prostitute.

Katie's Intro Scene Sneak: RG OST (Portishead - Glory Box)

5:30 the alarm goes off. A quick lucid reach for the clock, reverts the god-awful buzzing back to a snooze. 5:45 it goes off again. While awakening to the fowl smell of decay. Mildew and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. The smell is so strong, it clings to the disgusting yellow nicotine stained walls and peeling wallpaper that surrounds her. The sun shines brightly threw the single barred window as if it was a glowing fairytale only for her in all its golden radiance. Only eight-teen years old, homeless and brokenhearted, she sets herself free from her cheap ‘trick off the streets’ cold embrace.

“You need this… Just one more night, it doesn’t mean anything….” She tells herself. The cash she demanded from before the night, rests upon the bible on the bedside stand. The motel room is freezing as she makes her way to the bathroom still half asleep and shivering, as her stomach began to growl with hunger. The sleeping beauty flicks on the light. And while being blinded for just a moment, her hand raises over her eyes as everything begins to focus. Visual conception of reality sets in. She screams in horror and panic. It has happened again... but how? Why? How could this happen to her? Realizing she was covered in blood that was not her own. She brings herself to look at the man… hoping… praying to God it was only a hallucination from the residual effect of the acid and ecstasy.

But the corpse was more real than anything else. And as she went to cover her mouth from being sick, she smears the blood covering her mouth and hands across her face. As what remained of a man lay shredded, gutted, and with an expression of pure terror of what little face he had left. All on the bed they shared. His entrails, hanging off the foot of the bed, as blood was splattered against the yellow walls. The young woman runs to the toilet, hunched over, heaving and begins to vomit of crimson bile and blood. A twisted ache for more, knots in her stomach that she can not release. She crawls to the shower. Her heart stops beating from anxiety as she crouches and hides in the corner of the bathtub. Turns the shower on and lets the water rain down on her. And As Ophielia drowned in the the river from insanity and mourn - Katie wished her grievous sorrow and shame would have drowned her just the same…