Name: Angelina Keating AKA: caged angel or C.A. Age: 21 Height: 5’3” Weight: 110 Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Blue Planned destination: Valdosta University to further her studies in classical ballet. To judge by her appearance would be a huge mistake. Oh yes, she's quite graceful and fairly pretty but... Given she's the youngest of the Keating siblings and the fact the other four are male? That first glance is about as far as the girlie girl goes, she's got a mouth like a sailor and she pretty much fears nothing. Yes, yes she knows what the world has come to but hey ! So far as the "world" is concerned she's dead thanks to daddy. Soooo it's all good right? A carefully kept secret even bigger than her "supposed" death One never to be uttered as "he" could find her if it was discovered she was still alive Brief history: ... Both parents alive: Martin and Sophie Keating Five brothers: Michael, Nathan, Drew, Bryan and Steven Good girl for the most part but well? We all have our moments, now don’t we? She did very well in school and has taken her studies as far as possible in her dancing. Daddy has agreed to help yes but they are not wealthy by any means. She does intend to get a job and seek out a possible room mate given finances A bit of insight into the whys and hows To say she was happy to be headed off to school was an understatement. Not that she didn't get along with her folks mind you, she did. But as it was with everyone she was finally making the big break off. She'd taken her studies in dance as far as she possibly could where she was so it was time to move on, hit the happy trail etc… How had she avoided inevitable for three years? Well no, they may not be well to do but daddy’s mind works just fine. Given he had been on the police force for twenty five years? … Faking her death had been fairly easy, a simple matter of attaining the right paperwork and keeping her in lock down so to speak there at the house. She had been instructed in ballet from the age of five and had been in a good ten productions although not on a grand scale, that was impossible. Upon her “death” her mother had continued with her training in dance there in the attic of their small home in Cape Sable, Florida. She’d set out early and she’d arrived in Gainesville early and had waited at the designated spot for nearly four hours for Samuel the contact and escort her father had arranged but he’d never showed. Yep, she should have just turned around and went back to the Cape but no, she hadn’t. She'd just turned 21 two months ago, and honest to God she's a good girl! Although even good girls do have their moments on occasion yes? Well seems this would be one of "those" times. As her bug started smoking those big blue eyes widened by a good measure and she pulled over only about two miles or so from what had appeared to be a service station. And no, she honestly didn’t have a clue where she was at the moment. Yea, yea there was a map right there on the passenger seat but no she’d not bother looking at the moment cause she was pissed as hell! She climbed out after shutting it down and oh, well no it wasn't pretty was it? The way she’d slammed the door, a frustrated huff of breath was let out as she kicked the front left tire and ... "You stupid piece of shit!" No, it wasn't the cars fault. Truly. She'd been warned time and time again to check the oil and it had been quite some time needless to say. A little grunt as she leaned against the wheel well and crossed her arms over her chest in wondering which direction to go