Kansavati has always been somewhat "out there", her eyes locked on the windowsill in her room as a child as she daydreaned of what was out in the great big world beyond her little suburban home. She lived with her parents, just prior to her birth, they had made the voyage from India to the U.S due to... Well, she didn't really know. What she did know was her parents would always try to pound her heritage into her head, teaching her about her family and India and all of the stuff that always seemed to make no sense to her, so she did what she thought was the best idea at the time, she ran, she ran and ran and ran away from her household, sick of the constant pressure put upon her by her family on things that mean nothing to her, including an arranged marriage to a man she hardly knew, locking her life in the safety of suburban living.

A few years have passed, Kansavati has taken on the life of a drifter, sometimes working as an escort, sometimes as an informant, always as eyes and ears on the streets, she's moved from city to city, town to town, making her living through any means available, relishing the freedom to do what she wants as well as the danger of living on the streets. Refusing the concept of "settling down", She can, and will survive, because what's freedom if you're not surviving?

Note: I've not been accepted into the group or OOC group yet, if I shouldn't have posted this, my apologes