Utterly Mad

Name: Erika L'Hurim Devar Mollie Res'ban
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Erika, as she prefers to be called, has neck-length black hair that's usually tied into a bun. Her skin is light-brown, with wide eyes and black irises. She's had both ears pierced, and one in her nose that she regularly wears studs in. She's at average height and, while she doesn't look like it, she's rather strong. Her clothing, on most days, consists of a large black hoodie, a t-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of running shoes.

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Current Living Space: [Parent's House]
Money: @25,000
Inventory: {Key Ring} {Wallet} {Smart Phone} {Liquor Distribution License} {Business Card} {Guitar Pick} {Some string} {A Paper Clip} {Pocket Lint}

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Business Type: Convenience
Store Type: Liquor Store
Store Security: [Snub-Nosed Revolver]
Store Income: To be determined
Store Popularity: Unknown

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Skills: [Bass Guitar] [Music Composition] [Tae-Kwon-Do] [Drink Mixing] [Medical Knowledge]
Traits: [Dexterous Fingers] [Good at Memorization] [Bad With Numbers] [Hypoglycemic]
Afflictions: Healthy
Backstory: Born as the only child of two parents, one heavy-handed father and one caring mother, she grew up knowing what it was like to always have the scrutiny of your parents. She had a lot of troubles that went unnoticed because of their policies regarding noise and constant pressure to continue her studies and become the doctor they always wanted. She studied, at times unhappily, and was in her second year in the city's university when her father came ill with a stroke. He was unable to run their store, and her mother had to be there to take care of him. Their only income was the store at the time, and so Erika dropped out of college to take ownership. Two years later, and he suffered another stroke, this time taking him to a better place. Now, she was the owner of the store, the deed passed to her from her father. Now, after eight years, she keeps both her and her mother afloat by selling liquor and defending the store from worryingly frequent robberies. Something about liquor stores just attracts them like moths to a flame.