Rhea Carter

Rhea Carter. She is an average pretty 19-year-old—not someone who turns heads immediately, but with soft features that grow on people. She has wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and lightly freckled skin. She used to dress with care, but after three weeks on the streets, her clothes were worn, her shoes were scuffed, and she looked tired but still carried herself with quiet dignity. Rhea grew up in a strict, conservative household where anything outside their rigid expectations was unacceptable. When she came out as bisexual, her family reacted with cold rejection. After weeks of tension and arguments, they shunned her completely, cutting her off financially and emotionally. Rhea left, thinking she could manage on her own, but reality hit harder than she expected. She’s been homeless for three weeks, struggling to find shelter and food. The first few nights were terrifying—she learned quickly which streets to avoid. She’s been couch-surfing when possible, but those offers are running out. Hunger is a constant ache, and exhaustion makes every decision harder. She’s too proud to beg, but desperation is setting in.