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Caty
Legacy Name: Caty
The
Steamwork SheetaOwner:
ROCKAge: 12 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 3rd, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: August 3rd, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Eight years ago, she had come to Vegas with her manager to kick off her career as a singer. Half empty shows at bars, questionable sponsors, and one disappointment after another wore down at Caty’s spirit. Within three years, her career had failed.
Now Caty only sings in the shower. Crestfallen, she goes to work six days out of the week to keep her mind from the disenchanted life she has when she goes home. The depression that her life slipped into kept her from forming any deep friendships or relationships. Caty faked smiles and no one knew any different than what she let them think. The only time she felt any cheerfulness at all was when one Gambler in particular would come to her table.
He had started coming to the casino she dealt at about two years before, and over that time, he had slowly shown up at her table more and more. They rarely spoke, but often they made eye contact and she felt something. It was the only time during the day that Caty felt anything anymore. The Gambler wasn't particularly handsome. He sat at her table with a cigarette and a drink and only spoke in greeting and departure, but she felt a small, irrational kinship with him when he was there. Every other minute of her life she felt hollow. Alone. Yet his presence comforted her.
His eyes were where she held her hope.
Now Caty only sings in the shower. Crestfallen, she goes to work six days out of the week to keep her mind from the disenchanted life she has when she goes home. The depression that her life slipped into kept her from forming any deep friendships or relationships. Caty faked smiles and no one knew any different than what she let them think. The only time she felt any cheerfulness at all was when one Gambler in particular would come to her table.
He had started coming to the casino she dealt at about two years before, and over that time, he had slowly shown up at her table more and more. They rarely spoke, but often they made eye contact and she felt something. It was the only time during the day that Caty felt anything anymore. The Gambler wasn't particularly handsome. He sat at her table with a cigarette and a drink and only spoke in greeting and departure, but she felt a small, irrational kinship with him when he was there. Every other minute of her life she felt hollow. Alone. Yet his presence comforted her.
His eyes were where she held her hope.