Name:Katlyn Quinn Nic:Kat, to those that know her well. Age: 25 Hair: Copper Red Eyes: Blue Weight: 100-105 lbs Height: 5, even My name, :Katlyn, means 'pure' in Gaelic. The meaning of names, was something of importances, where I come from. So imagine my parents dismay when I went into Sex Therapy. But, wait, I'm getting head of myself, let me start from the beginning. I was born on All Hollows Eve. To proud parents. As I had stated before, the meaning of names was of importances where I came from. Chalk it up to a small town, if you will, for I have no idea why it was, it just was. So, anyway.. My parents named me..'pure'. Well, of course not that exact word, but, they might as well had done so. Can you imagine growing up with a name such as 'pure'? Trust me, it left no room for fun. I had to be a good girl, so my name said. And I was. I made good grades all through school. Helping out wherever I was needed after school, babysitting, cleaning an elderly's house, walking dogs. I was a best friend to many. Willing to listen and never judge, to offer up advice and be there to stand beside, should they need a shoulder or support. I was just, the all around, good kid. I moved away, to go to college. And let me tell you, my mother cried. Her baby was going to school in a big city. But, she knew I was following my dream, a dream to become a Psychiatrist. While I was going to college, I was 'pure' up until the end. The end being, when I was raped. That rape, took much out of me, the wind out of my sails, I guess you could say. I was on the verge of going home and simplg hiding my life away, until the counselor at school talked me into going to a Therapist. And to a Therapist, I went. I have to say, it was the best thing I had ever done. I had had feelings I did not understand, and this..therapist helped me see through the confussion and to see the light. Perhaps I should say, this wasn't just any normal Therapist. But one that specialized in sexual deviation. They helped me see, that even though what happen to me was bad, how I was feeling, was alright. I learned alot about myself during this time. I learned that I had a 'pure' side, as well as..'not so pure'. At the end of my therapy, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I ended up specializing in Sex Therapy, as well as Behavioral. My parents were aghast when they found out their little girl was going to be listening to freaks(as my parents called them) talk about their sex lives. Of course, they knew nothing about the rape and what I had went through. So it was no wonder it had came to be a shock for them. They, of course, tried to talk me out of it. But, I held my ground and made it through, learning more and more about myself, the more I learned about...things. So, I finished at the top of my class, did some research on where might be the most needed place for someone such as myself. And I find.. The City. Again, my parents aghast over the fact that I was leaving and going to a new country. To start my very own Sex Practice (or so my mother calls it). The player is up for any kind of play, if you have an idea, my mailroom is always open. Please remember, the player is human, and makes mistakes. If any are made, again, my mailroom is open. Post for post, charcter can not be killed without player's consent. I'm not here for OOC Drama, so please, don't bring it to me IC drama is a whole different story (another words, I'm all for the IC) ........ TRIPLES with EMMA