Name: Myraan (miir ahn) Avers
Character description: 5'3" tall, slender, to some a little too thin, but not disgustingly so. Strongly colored black hair with vibrantly colored small braids of green and purple are pulled back in a sloppy pony tail. Vibrant green eyes with flecks of gold peer out nervously from behind fallen strands of her dark hair. Pale skin, the kind that makes you wonder if the girl has ever seen the light of day, with freckles that on the right person would be deemed 'cute'. She is covered up by a long black coat, hiding most of her physical features, and keeping nearly every inch of her covered. She had entered the bank with the hood up, but as people looked at her, making her feel more uneasy, she decided it was best to at least slip her hood down. She fidgets a great deal, her hands pulling from her pockets ocassionally, revealing even fingers that are tattooed, seeming like part of something much larger. (if there needs to be a description of what she is fully wearing and looks like, I can post that

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Items in your pockets/purse: She has a messenger bag slung across the front of her, the bag itself resting on her right thigh. Within the grafiti covered exterior there is held:
A cell phone, a jumble of keys, a compact with a mirror, a bottle of pills (zanax), a sketch pad, charcoals, drawing pencils, a portfolio of artwork, headphones, iPod, several Clif bars, 3 packs of gum, hand sanitizer, a small bag of hard candy, two notebooks, a small notebook, several pens, a bottle of water, a gum eraser, small travel bottle of tylenol that contains a mixture of pills, breath mints, tissues, a glass case containing a pair of glasses. Every item is in its proper place, and nothing seems a mess, even with so much contained within one bag.
A wallet with drivers liscense that is expired, student ID, social security card, two credit cards, one debit card, $3, 68cents, two pictures tucked deep into a pocket of the wallet, one of a woman, and one of a man and woman, an insurance card, a business card for an art supply store, a business card for a psychiatrist, a business card for an art dealer, a business card for a man of unknown services, and three small peices of paper with things written on them.
Occupation: starving artist college student of Freshman year
Reason for being in the bank: She has clutched within her left hand a check, folded several times, held tightly, that she hopes to get cashed. It may or may not belong to her.