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Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5 ft 10 – Caucasian appearance. – Brunette hair held back in ponytail.
Brown eyes. – Think Lara Croft minus FF chest size.
Weapons: Pistol, Shotgun.
Political Side: Democrat. Blow up my freedom and I’ll give you what for.
Bio:
Where to start. I was 12 when it happened. My world seemed to shatter. My parents were killed by the radiation, and I was lucky to survive because I happened to get into that bomb shelter at the school.
I was an orphan among many others, with just our teachers for company. We stayed down there in that shelter for god knows how long, until it was deemed as safe as possible for the radiation to not be deadly. I’ll still probably get cancer up the wazoo thanks to their actions, but it hasn’t started to kick I yet.
So, in this new world we orphaned kids grew up the best way we knew how, we grew tough, wild, and had a thirst for vengeance for those that upset our world. Our teachers and our classmates became our family, and I grew to love them like brothers and sisters, and I watched those older go out and fight back and try to rebuild lives. I was lucky enough to have a teacher, Jen, take me in and care for me one on one, because she saw potential in me to not get hooked on drugs, like a lot of others were to escape the horror of daily life.
She was like an older sister to me, and never tried to mother me, only let me grow into the person she knew I could be. She gave me restrictions, and never let the hate I had for those people fester inside me. She helped me let out that anger and use it to my advantage and train myself in Karate. She helped me deal with a lot of issues, and managed to put up with my teenage tantrums. We fought, we battled, we screamed, but at the end of the day, she had my back and gave me love where so many others couldn’t find it. I owe a lot to her.
When I left school I was able to read and write, count, I knew where abouts things were in the world, and I was quite bright. I didn’t have the chance to study further, as only the brilliant maths geniuses were taken, due to lack of higher education facilities, so I signed up for the only thing I could see as feasible. Military Service.
I was lucky enough that my training had allowed me to get into the special forces unit of the democratic army, and that gave me many opportunities to get advanced training in weapons and fighting techniques. I quickly learned that I was best as a lone ranger, completing missions by myself as a sort of spy, or just assassin in the night.
I hated those that perpetrated the crimes against me and my family, but I was able to realise that those who fought on the battle field for the other guys were just stuck in a battle themselves, and it was the dudes up top who controlled what went on, so I would gather information on the network at the time who allowed the attacks to go on, and I’d go murder the ones directly responsible, and maybe torture them for a bit.
My name from birth was Hunter, and it just so happens it describes me perfectly. I gather information, hunt people down, and remove them from society. I hate evil, and those who perpetrate it. I’m a Democrat, and I will stand for my rights, and gain vengeance on those who committed those horrible acts against humanity.
Edited by Goose, 05 February 2009 - 08:45 PM.
