Erika Stahl D8 WIP

Used to be your baby, used to be your lady
Thought you were the perfect lover
All the harmony went fallin' out of key, so
Now you gotta find another
Now you're talkin' crazy, sayin' that you made me
Like I was your Cinderella
You and me are through though, watch me hit it solo
I'm a do it acapella, yeah

You don't need a man, you're a strong, independent woman who can take care of herself. You're 26 years old and you live in district eight with your room mate Casidy. The two of you have been friends since you can remember and oh yeah, your name is Erika, Erika Henrietta Stahl.

Why don't we start off with what you look like? Alright, I'm staring at you, marveling at your youthful appearance, I dare say you look no older than maybe 18 but perhaps that is simply your genetics. You've got long golden hair that falls down your back in gentle waves and are so unlike the numerous redheads that seem to be common in your family. Strange that you're the odd sheep out but I suppose that is just the way the cookie crumbles because, of all the Stahl children, you are the oddest. Anyways, back onto the topic at hand, you gaze at me with pretty gray-green eyes that hold a curiosity for who I am. That is not important as my identity will be revealed in good time. Your features are delicate, almost as if someone pokes you, you will shatter into a million pieces but others would be wise not to underestimate you as you are stronger than you appear.

Your body is, I suppose some would call it hourglass shaped, not too much so but you have some nice curves, at least in my opinion and yes, in case you hadn't noticed, I am a male. Anyways, I could talk about your curves for hours but that isn't what I'm here for, I'm here to tell you what you look like, what you act like, and what your past was like. You don't have the biggest chest in the world but I think it suits you, going well with your 5'9" frame. I should move down to your stomach, oh the skin there is soft, at least from what I've been told and what I've observed. You are extremely ticklish in that area as well, I've watched Casidy and you get into numerous tickle fights in which she usually won as you'd surrender pretty quickly once she hit your stomach.

Your waist extends into two legs that are longer probably than your torso, a bar stool as some men call you in mocking tones. Those types of men disgust me, you deserve so much better. Anyways, your legs have nice muscles while whenever you walk, you walk upon the balls of your feet, quiet unlike your room mate who sounds like an elephant at times. Your slender shoulders extend into arms that are shorter than they should be, T-Rex arms as you call them because they are the size of a person who is 5'7" instead of 5'9". Most of the time, peoples arms, when fully stretched out, should be the same as their height but yours are two inches too short. You don't seem to mind other than the fact that you cannot, for the life of you, touch your toes. Your sisters laugh at you, as does Cas but you take it in stride, after all, we can't all be perfect.

Once upon a time
I met the perfect guy
he had that colgate smile he had that suit and tie
mama always said get a rich boyfriend
you don't gotta love him girl you can pretend

Now, on to what you're like. Well, to put it bluntly, you are the oddball of the Stahl family, the black sheep so to say. You have no interest of settling down and starting a family, in fact, you'd rather not be tied down by anyone. You're a party girl, someone who loves to have a good time and just let loose however, you don't drink. You refuse to put poisons into your body and you believe you can have a good time without being drunk. You've always been the daring one, the one who couldn't sit still no matter what the situation. You'd rather go on an adventure than settle down and raise a family.

What are you afraid of? It's hard to say, you don't show fear very often although I'm certain you have them. Oh, I know, you're afraid of that Peace keeper who has been stalking you for the last few years, I cannot recall his name to save my life sorry. The two of you dated once and he turned into a creep, now he stalks you, following you home and the likes, I wish I could keep you safe, keep him the hell away from you but for now, you cannot know my identity.