[i have 2 nicknames: Cana-Chan and Blacky - their shorter and easier to say if you'd like to pick one of those - but any one can give me another nickname to add XP - and yes - really XD]
The young girl had once been walking down the light paths of Islington avenue, having had quite the day of trying to find work so she could buy food, but had no luck. She managed to find a burned loaf of bread, but not much of it was edible without a horrible taste lingering after it ... She had walked and walked until she reached her alley home, only to be greeted by a low voice. At first she thought it was the gang of boys who would always beat her up ... but this was a different voice. She spun around to meet the gaze of a tall man with a dark suit and top-hat, much like the other high class men she saw here in London. She was scared and had tried to run, but he quickly had tripped her and grabbed her feet, dragging her to the back of the dark alley were he kept attacking her. She wasn't sure what the weapon used was, seeing as her face was against the ground most of the time, but she could tell it had a sort of blade on one side. After what seemed like hours of endless torture he finally had left her for dead and let her be as he left. She had been brutally injured and bleeding quite a bit from the wounds. In a last attempt for help, she weakly began to drag her body across the dark sticky covered ground, leaving a dragging trail of blood behind her. She only managed to crawl half way out of the alley where she passed out, and stayed unconscious by a few bags of rubbish. This, is where the girl lay now, hidden partially by the shadows of the alley, but also left alone by most of the uncaring eyes that adorned the upper-class people of London that passed her by - uncaring about her state, as she was but a mere 'street rat' to them.
[ah yes - a dark beginning to my character's tale ... DUN DUN DUN - hmmm i wonder who'll find her ~ ]