ABOUT Cherry

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We are a product of our environment, but that does not define if but how we each succeed or fail in life.
Cherry's bilogical father could have been anyone, dozens of men came and went from her earliest memories. Some stayed for a few weeks, others she never even saw, only heard through the paper-thin walls. To many of them looked at her like she was on the menu. To many of them left her mother with black eyes and bloodied lips. Cherry would watch as her mother wiped away the filth and used the money the men gave her to pay for cheap booze and drugs. Sometime around five years old, her mother stopped caring if there was food in the house, or if the rent was paid. Chery took to stealing from the men, while they were occupied and using the money to keep them alive. She was pretty damn good at it too, and as she got older and more experienced, she learned that she could make a lot more money lifting wallets and purses from tourists and palming small items in the stores.

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School was a nightmare for her, she looked poor, her clothes never quite fit and were dingy even if she was able to wash them recently. Showers were a luxury, and she mostly bathed in sinks or snuck into the school gym showers to wash. Most of the time, she didn't have breakfast or lunch unless she lifted something from a shop on the way to school. With nothing worth going home to, she would do her studying at the school, park, or library. Even with all her efforts, her grades were terrible. When she was eleven, she found herself alone, which was not that bad since her mothers 'friends' were starting to take too much interest in her. So much so she had started sleeping with a knife under her pillow.

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Living on the streets was hard, but not that much harder than how she had been living. She met her new family on the streets, like her, they were runaways and orphans for one reason or another. Together they watched each other's backs, helped when things were harder than usual, and made sure everyone was as safe as possible. Cherry, in particular, found she had a maternal streak and made sure that the others were taken care of even if it meant doing things she didn't want to do. She did her best to keep the others from knowing anything that would make them feel bad. The skills she had honed earlier were a huge boon, sleight of hand, pickpocket, and trick-rolling were her main sources of income. As she got older, she found she could make a lot of money posing for pictures and performing lewd acts in front of a camera. Harmless enough, cash in her hand, and no one got to put their filthy hands on her. Her grades might have sucked, but she was smart, and she quickly set up her own business with the help of her family making enough money to see that none of them had to sleep on the street anymore.

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Once grown, the family started to pull away, they each started to have their own lives, and some chose to move on their own. Still, they were family and closer than blood. One phone call and all of them would drop what they were doing for the others. They keep tabs on each other, check-in and make sure that everyone is ok. Cherry in particular checks in on everyone often, making sure they have food, a place to stay, and getting them to work if they don't work with her directly.

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