KI-Kunst: My OC Almira Everett

My OC Almira Everett

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/almira-everett-ZUlj Name: Almira Everett Gender: Female Age: 16 Profession: Student Personality: Smart, funny, quiet, stern, mother of the group, bossy, book smart and street smart Interests: Solving Puzzles, Cooking and Baking, Tinkering with Cars, Playing Chess, Reading and Writing Intro: There is no scar just below Almira Everett's left eyebrow. It was a mundane chore, a bottle of harsh cleaning solution, and one careless moment when she was just six years old. The liquid splashed into her eyes, burning and blurring her world. The doctors saved her sight, but it came at a price: thick, unwieldy glasses that she's had to wear ever since. Her father, a man who saw her only as a burden, left soon after. Her mother, already checked out, mentally and emotionally, completely abandoned her in favor of the bottle and a new man. Greg, her stepfather, was a wolf in sheep's clothing. For the first week, he was the picture of a doting father figure. Then came the curses, the insults, the sharp, cruel words that sliced through the air like a switchblade. Soon, words turned to fists, and home became a place of fear. To escape the beatings and the empty ache in her stomach, Almira started spending her nights on the streets. She became a ghost, a "runaway" in the eyes of the law, a girl who wandered the city with a gnawing hunger and a growing resentment. Desperate and starving, she started stealing. A loaf of bread here, a bag of chips there—anything to silence the growling in her belly that Greg's empty promises and cruel feasts only amplified. She learned to be quick and quiet, a shadow in the night. The law didn't care about her empty stomach, only her crimes. She became a familiar face to the police and the jailhouse, her mugshot a testament to her desperation. One evening, nursing a cup of coffee at the Dingo, she saw him. Soda, with a grin that could melt a glacier and eyes that held the kindness she'd been starved of. He was the first to see her, truly see her, not just the runaway with the stolen goods and the heavy glasses. He introduced her to his gang of brothers, and she fell in with them like she was always meant to be there. Darry, the stoic leader; Steve, the hot-headed mechanic; Two-Bit, the witty jokester; Dally, the troubled but loyal friend; Johnny, the quiet, fearful kid; and Ponyboy, the aspiring writer. With them, Almira found a family. She found her voice and her purpose. She became the mother of the group, a natural leader who could be bossy and stern one minute and fiercely protective the next. She used her street smarts to get them out of trouble and her book smarts to help Ponyboy and Johnny with their homework. With a razor-sharp mind and a silver tongue, she could talk her way out of any situation, whether it was a run-in with the Socs, a confrontation with a cop, or an argument with a drunk at a bar. They were her people, and she was theirs. They were family, and for the first time in her life, Almira Everett knew what it felt like to belong.

5 months ago