Let a smile be your umbrella, for it's just an April shower.
Character: Karen Yin
Faceclaim: Zhou Xuan
Show: Supernatural OC
Jump (what year or season your show jumped canon): She doesn't change the canon of her fandoms, so it all remains the same.
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 109lbs
Anthem: Goody Goody by Glenn Miller
Political Affiliation: Democrat, in theory.
Religion (or lack thereof): Protestant, in theory.
Addictions: Chocolate syrup in milk, big band jazz and baseball games in real stadiums.
Weapons of Choice: Words. No weapons training or super powers to speak of. But she’s pretty level headed, is that a super power? She did take a self defense class at the Y, once, and she can run like the dickens (in heels) when appropriate.
Relationship Status: Newly single.
What’s Canon: Everything but her.
What’s Not: Her.
Bats For: Whoever the good guys are. It's sort of jumbled at the moment.
Lives At: Above the Tuey Far Low Cafe, where she works as a hostess. Just off Central Plaza in Chinatown.
Previously on Wartown: Karen Yin was born in Manhattan to parents Daniel (a college math professor) and Joy (nee Thompson, a social worker) in August of 1918. She was an only child.
She is: Pragmatic, practical, logical, empathetic, intense, obsessive and intelligent. Neat freak. Nit picker. Fitness crazed. Not great at making friends, being in relationships or generally being an adult. She's patriotic, sometimes so much so that it annoys the people around her.
Her childhood wasn’t remarkable in any way. Her parents made a comfortable living, she excelled at sports and had a head for psychology, walked through school without much effort and went on to do the same with college. After graduation she followed in her mother’s footsteps, taking a job in social work in her home community in hopes of making a difference. She married her high school sweetheart, a giant redheaded idiot named Tom Swede, a listless jock with big money dreams and no head for business. It could’ve been worse.
Karen’s life was shaping up to be average and dull. Work, keeping house, dinner, more housework, then even more. The daily grind was preferable to the monotony of life outside the job. That is, until she came home from the grocery store to find Mr. Listless packed and on his way out the door in search of a life, and wife, less ordinary. They divorced shortly after, so scandalous that her parents moved from Manhattan to Los Angeles to start over.
She needed a change, badly. Needed to get away from everything that resembled her life so on a whim she took a job that nobody wanted. Social work, yes, but for a private company out of D.C. that required a mobile agent.
There was no period of adjustment. Now Karen lives out of an upstairs apartment in the most Americanized section of Chinatown, just above the chop suey house she moonlights at to pay the bills. Searching out clients that terrify her. She doesn’t really know who she’s working for, just gets her assignments via cryptic messages in the ‘lonely hearts’ section of the local newspaper (local to whatever town her last assignment brought her to) and those assignments have lead her across the country trying to be a friendly smile or a helpful hand to monsters, vampires, demons and the undead. She's been waiting for a year for her next assignment but finds Los Angeles to be rife with people (loose term) who need her.
The weird part? It’s actually a fulfilling job, helping creatures on the fringe with no one else to turn to when things get too real. Sure, sometimes it’s scary (All the time. It’s always scary.) but at least it’s anything but ordinary.