She is a thousand-year-old marble statue, appearing solid and immovable at first glance, yet brittle as dried clay. Her fragility, concealed through effort colossal, is the one thing she hates the most about herself.

She hates that she needs so much affection, attention, caring, and love to survive. She wants nothing more than to be independent and carefree, the wind blowing through her hair as she follows her dreams, but always her needs keep tying her down. Fierce pride is her motivator. She is the caged bird.

She is a great well of emotion, deeper than you or I can even imagine, and her feelings sometimes threaten to swallow her existence whole. She cares, in her mind, far too much, and endeavors to break herself of the habit of needing to care, and be cared for. An EMT, she must maintain a professional detatchment from her patients, in order to do her job well, but always there's that emotion, that caring, just below the surface. Off-duty, her emotions overflow sometimes, causing her to feel innavigable sorrow. She is the tin man, whose heart bleeds for those he sees suffer.