I have finally finished coloring this Oc! It took me so long not gonna lie though- anyways- here she is! 

Name: Amara Churchchill 

Age: 15- dies at the age of 20. 

Full real name: Nicole William Madison 

Old appearance (will be updated soon!) Her hair is up to her back a little, brown hair, the color of chocolate. Very bright pink tips at the bottom of her hair. A bit of tan skinned, like a bit similar to those Italian girls (Sorry if that sounded rude) Her outfit used to be like sweaters and jean shorts wearing some stockings, but only up to her knees. She is in 10th grade, like about in Sophomore year. Her eye colors are actually brown, but like light brown. She loves music, it's like beautiful sound that is being created in her world. Her instrument was an guitar, she always loved playing and wanted to be ahead of everybody else to be the best band player. 

Old personality: Funny, sometimes a bit crazy, sassy, great humor, talented. Could be a little jealous at times. AlWAYS wanted to be ahead of everyone so people can think she is cool. (Lol) 

Present; she have cut her hair short, and even to hide her identity, she dyed her own hair using an tutorial "How to dye your hair" and after about 3 attempts she finally got her hair done perfectly, she needed to use an darker color to hide herself more instead of using bright colors may get herself caught. While she cut her hair, the remaining of her bright pink tips faded a lot after months of not re dying her hair as she sued to do so many times. Months of running away from the police, she've desperately tries finding shelter like abandoned hotels, and even some houses where people doesn't even live in anymore. Sometimes, she steal some of other people's stuff by sneaking in using her own tricks, that used to fail but gotten the hang off. She've founded most of these clothes at a garage sale, the mask, she've stolen it from an place that gives out free masks and took one so people or the police won't identify her DNA or catch her. She got contact eye lances (oops- I don't know how to spell that-) since people see's her appearance a bit weird, she uses those beautiful lances for people to be distracted by her appearance so they can focus on her eyes. She even got those gloves somewhere like when somebody trashed it away- 

Present personality: Anxious, quite, mysterious, barely talks but muffled most of the time, but does speak like an normal person when needed. She lies very well. She doesn't socialize with people as she used  to do anymore, sometimes she see people playing on the streets and watch them play, reminds of her those old days. She CANNOT go to concerts, she does not have any money, no matter how much she wanna go, she can't for her risk. 

Yup! Her name is Amara! :3 I do have like an short story for her, and stuff. I may be creating an story for her as well, but for now I may just leave it like this. :> 

Short story time! >:D 

It was 12: 50 PM, and Tuesday..I was working in this small store as my usual routines like I always do. "No customers  visiting today...this is already the 4th day..." as I thought and sighed leaning back on my small chair against the wall luckily able to hold my balance, putting both my feet up on the counter just whistling, as I got out my ear pods out listening to some music while waiting..I was humming to the music. Until, I can hear my door bell sound jiggling. I quickly got back into position taking off my ear pods, getting up from my small seat, and even of course putting my feet done from the counter. Finally a customer...as I then noticed...this person seemed to be a bit..covered up..? I could not see whoever's face it was since their hoodie was covering most of their face, since they're angle is about in the right direction where I can't see. I looked at the customer picking out some food like bread, some water, and even an peach. Quite strange what the food their picking to be honest, as if they're picking out their lunch in the waiting line at school perhaps. I don't judge, maybe they're just hungry and maybe they don't seem to have an good life. Would not bother to ask, or look at them strangely as well. I snapped out of my thoughts and decided to play as normal, the hooded person slowly started to walk over with ripped jeans that looked like as if worn many times and hasn't cleaned it in months, I even noticed..there was a huge injury on her knee..seems to be an bruise or so...

I tried to play cool, as I started to scan the food, the person was looking at her shoes probably. While I was scanning, I can see half of their face..they've had dark purple hair with some light lavender tips on the bottom. It seemed to be an 15 year old girl. As I scanned all of the food, suddenly she leaned in a bit closer to me. I was confused and a little nervous what was going on. As she leaned in closer, she spoked.

Amara: ...Hey...what's your name...?

She asked a bit quickly and softly, I awkwardly reply back to her. "Um...I am David.." I said still confused why she would suddenly ask out for my name. She nodded. 

Amara: "Okay...well...please don't tell this to anyone okay..."? She asked anxiously. I nodded. Whatever it was, I still didn't know, but agree to it. "Alright...I promise..." she nodded as she leaned back. 

Amara: "Thank you...please...let's keep this between the two of us.." she said calming as she then started walking out of my door step. She then left. I was  in the same position, still trying to function what in the world have just happened, until I realized...she didn't even take her food.. I ran out of my door step with the door bell sound dangling. "Um..excuse me you forgot your-!" She was already gone in an instant...I stood there outside holding the food. Wondering where she have left off that quickly, until I can hear a faint voice. I snapped out of my thoughts and could she can old guy in front of me now. 

The old man: "Excuse me sir...but are you the worker here...?" He asked pointing to my store, as I looked back at it realizing. "Oh yes..I am..um..I was just looking outside for an view and well taking my break.." I lied to the old man not wanting to tell what happened earlier as what...Amara have said..the old man nodded. 

"The old man: "May I come in for a bit..? He asked again. I reply, "Oh yes...yes you may...please come in...!" I said escorting the man carrying his little bag. 

That's it..,basically...I never understood who Amara even was...or why she would even come to my store for what..? Anyways, that is all I have to tell you...whatever it is...I hope I get to hear a bit more from Amara....

Short story ended! :D what did y'all think? :D this took an while to write oh boy- 

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