Yasmin does not remember her mother, she died when she was young. Oh she had photos, but it wasn't the same. Her dad and brother were loving, caring men who did everything to protect Yasmin from the big bad world. She has a good relationship with her family, and on a whole she has never experienced anything all that bad. Though, that is the issue. She really hasn't experienced.. anything.

She grew up being a shy, quiet girl, who loved to read, draw, write, but most of all she loved the Victorian era. The start of science, the dresses, the gentlemen, the utterly amazing beauty of it all. Growing up in a small town only made her retreat into herself further. Everyone knew everyone, the moment she kissed a boy, her best friend knew about it. When she said no to her boyfriend, the town-kids called her frigid.

It wasn't until she went to college that she found friends that did not judge her, that did not find out the moment she kissed a boy, or had a drink. She was not adventurous, she did not jump out of planes, but she also had a vivid imagination and often found herself dreaming of another world, one where she was more out-spoken, out-going, and able to dress in stunning gowns without people raising brows.

Yasmin was attractive, she was not short, nor tall, but somewhere in the middle, she was active, toned, flexible, with a slender waist, rounded hips, and full E Cup breasts (which she rarely flaunted).