Plot: So Keira(my charrie) is running from her abusive father and ends up doing awful things. She ends up stealing loads of cash from a bank to start a new life by herself and change her identity.. A cop ends up catching her and accidentally shoots her, but ends up feeling guilty, as he is a newer cop. He decides to take care of her and help her escape, in which starts out a gruff life for both of them as she recovers.
Form:

Name: Keira Jones
Age: 19
Personality: Fairly sweet once she gets to know someone, but when first met is shy and cold, thanks to her father. She prefers to be left alone most of the time, but when she is with someone she doesn't know what personal space is. She tends to act upon her thoughts, and not think it out, so she can do fairly rash things at times. She loves to create drama, but then hides and sulks in her room.
History: Her father is an abusive drunk, and he takes his anger out on Keira as often as possible without getting called out by neighbors or friends. Keira is often left with scars and bruises for months. Her mother had left her father years ago because of his abuse of alcohol and the threats she was receiving from him, and her mother died only a couple of years ago in a tragic car accident that left Kiera's father even angrier.
Other: Keira has several hidden scars from her father scattered on her body and self harm scars on her stomach and thighs.
Keira held back a cry of pain as she was knocked to the ground harshly, scampering backwards feebly in an attempt to get away from her drunken father. He was waving around a glass bottle, her deep blue eyes wide with fear and tears as she felt his boot land on her ribs multiple times. Her arms shot up to protect her head as he kicked at her, her breath getting knocked out of her until she was coughing for air, feeling as if her ribs were going to break at any time. Finally, after what felt like forever, her father stopped, swaying and grumbling under his breath before he moved off to pass out on their couch. Keira stayed completely quiet and still, covering her mouth to stifle her sniffles and sobs of pain until she was sure he was asleep. She slowly got to her feet, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, her soft ombre hair a complete mess as she moved as fast as she could to gather her things. Not a whole lot, but it was enough to fill a bag. Keira hesitated as she gazed at the gun under her bed, reaching out to grasp it and check the barrel, swallowing thickly as she saw it had only 4 bullets.
She let out a slow breath before tucking it in the bag, tip toeing past her sleeping father to the door, stifling a whimper as she pulled open the heavy door and hurried down the cement to the sidewalk. I'm not coming back this time...Never. Keira thought as she rushed down the sidewalk, glancing at a bank before hesitating. She would need money to start off new...Keira nibbled her bottom lip, her heart jumping in her chest as she went around the corner of the bank, pulling out an old ski mask. She snorted softly at how dumb it was to use the ski mask, but it was better than nothing. She slipped the ski mask on, tucking her hair up and away as well before she reached in and grasped her gun. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, her hand shaking as she walked to the door and pushed it open. "Hands up! Right now, where I can see them!" She shouted out, holding the gun steadily at the woman at the counter and the few other people that were there. Thankfully, there were no security guards, but she raised her gun and fired it once, trying not to flinch before she rushed to the counter. "Give me all of your money. In the drawer and the safe. NOW." Keira snapped as she held the gun steady, taking a deep breath to calm down.
The woman was trembling in fear but did as she said, slyly pushing the button under the desk to alert the police that a robbery was happening. Keira gulped as she watched the stacks of money appear, glancing behind her nervously as she shifted her weight, before turning back to look at the woman. "Put it in bags. Make it quick, or I swear I'll shoot you." Keira said coldly as she put her finger on the trigger once more, moving to follow the woman behind the counter to the safe after she put away what she had pulled out into bags.