Karyn was still Karyn, but now a new Karyn. Karyn Black had been a spunky tomgirl, a good friend, foolish at times, but loyal, funny, charming, kind, and independent, she was insecure about things but you would really have to get to know her to tell, she had a great poker face which hid her knowledge of her failings. That she wasn't as pretty as the others, wasn't as popular, wasn't as smart, wasn't what you would expect from a girl. She had tucked into this, bought in and made an image of herself that was "Karyn Black: Iconoclast!". She stood apart from the rest, because she didn't fit in with the rest, and that was where she had made her own personal throne for her to sit on and "be herself", she was the outsider, the one who didn't care what you thought, to those who looked at her and her devil may care attitude which she wore as a green sweater. It's not like she wanted this role, but it was where she was, it was who she had become to the people who knew her. Fact was her first chance to change her situation, to become more like the other girls, to fit in, she couldn't help but take advantage of with an errant wish for boobs and hair that might make her more acceptable, more part of the group. The tragic problem from this mistaken wish was that it didn't change anything, before she was a redhead with small boobs, now a blonde with large ones, and nobody had cared or noticed and nothing had changed, she was still Karyn Black, so if she was to be that girl, she may as well be the one she was before rather than some cheap knockoff of Sarah McMillan. That was Karyn Black, but Karyn Black was gone.
In her place stood a new girl, still named Karyn, aware that there was once a girl who must have had a life similar to hers who had the name Karyn Black, but she also knew that she was not that girl, that was someone else. She was Karyn Farber, sister of the famously womanizing and dangerous Steve Farber. Her family had a blessing curse on it, a thing which would give them each power, but at cost. They were all physically desireable, as a family they all looked like vikings, tall, blond, powerfully built, imposing people, this was the blessing which allowed them to take what they wanted for their own without question or resistance. For the men because of their size for the women because of their beauty. This was the blessing, the curse manifested differently for the genders. For the men, it made them oafish and low, they were subject to simple impulses, such as sex or hunger, and they didn't think things out which lead to many mistakes. For the women, and for Karyn, it was that they were weak willed, very easily lead, gulible, but also stubborn when they had made a choice to do something, which not only lead to mistakes, but to a commitment to those mistakes. This Karyn was taller, fair skinned but freckle-less , she had striking blue eyes that the Black had lacked and her blonde hair was braided in the popular "Elsa from Frozen" fashion and long. She wore her breasts and stood proudly, so that her chest stood out, in stylish light blue clothing which reminded Jon of someone, he couldn't say who. Her expression was at first hard, as if by default, but as she awoke it gave way to a constructed warmth, something of the Black Karyn still in her. Also a marked difference to her face was make up, complimenting her face in ways that she had never really allowed before, still she didn't look 'made up', just better.
"What happened?" She noticed Jon. "Awww My brother is going to kill me if he sees us together. I've got to go. We can quest later. Maybe. We'll see what the others say."
She quickly ran off, but not before giving Jon a peck on the cheek, turning to her still open info page and turning it off herself. As she did that Jon heard a voice.
"Player 2 has entered the game!"
