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Name: Bailey Jones.
Age: 26.
Gender: Female.
Appearance & Build:
Height: 1.64 Meters.
Skin tone: Light brown.
Fat percentages: 22%.
Masculinity: Toned midriff, Muscular calves and semi-muscular thighs, minimal upper body muscle mass.
Face: Oval.
Hair: Black, hangs roughly 30 cm below my shoulders, currently (and usually) in a ponytail.
Eyes: Medium sized, (neighbor's) grass green.
Nose: Medium, unpierced, high bridged nose.
Teeth: Pearly-white and straight.
Ears: One feather piercing, dangling from the right ear.
Cheeks: Slightly dimpled.
Moles: Left thigh 3mm in diameter, left cheek 3 moles, each approximately 2.4 mm in diameter.
Piercing: Right ear feather, navle generic 6mm diameter hoop.
Scars: Three long, intertwining lines, starting from right above the navle and stretching to the left.
Character Bio:
The story begins when I was a little girl, the other children would pick on me because I had crooked teeth (I mean serious hillbilly level crookedness). They would make fun of me on a regular basis, and when I tried to walk away they would chase me chanting "HillBailey! HillBailey show us your tee-eeth". Once I tried real hard to lose them, but in my haste I neglected to notice a bush of roses in my path, and inevitably crashed into it. I was wounded quite lightly, but the pain was unbearable for 4 year old me. I decided no more, they will not do this to me any more, I waited until my wounds closed, meanwhile having my mother teach me how to patch up wounds, and started running for exercise. I ran and ran, until they were no match for me. Soon enough my mother signed me up for children's running competitions, which I never won, but got fairly close to winning a few times. I stopped running competitively at 12, because I started middle-school and had no time to compete. Only then did I realize my foolishness, I did not address the main issue, my teeth were still crooked! And so I begged my mum and dad to pay for my braces and eventually they succumbed to my endless nagging. I understood I needed to help my teeth become healthy and normal, so I started taking great care of them; never opened anything with my teeth, brushed them 4 times a day and mainly stayed off of the sweets. My time in middle school was pretty normal, but there were rumors of a fast spreading virus that makes you so angry you try to attack everyone with murderous intent, I thought it was just meant to scare us (foolish me). During high school it was discovered that the rumors were true, actual zombies roamed the earth! And apparently the efforts to stop them were to no avail. My parents and I boarded up the house, and we and the rest of the town's people set up a fence surrounding the town, I stopped running outside at night, I only did so during the day, so that I won't be jumped by a zombie. It was right when I finished high school that we heard they were taking people to gigantic complexes, to ensure their survival. We were taken in the second bus that reached our town, we took a few essentials and went on our way. The idea of the complex was very reassuring and helped calm people's nerves. It didn't feel like we were on lockdown, it felt just like living in the mountains. Soon enough the panic calmed down completely and a normal society was led in the complex. I found a job as a cashier at the local supermarket, they give me a discount on most products so it's a nice job. One day I heard about an expedition to the wasteland, set out by the science team. It was rather odd because the science team hasn't announced anything in a long time. So I asked friends and family if they, or anyone they knew were going to join the expedition, they all laughed at the mere thought of it, and wrote it off as political propaganda. I figured that the complex actually needs help, and if no one is going to help it, then I will. I went to register to the expedition, and what do you know? I was accepted. Happy at heart I went to work, all the while eye-balling some essentials I should take with me. At the end of the shift I bought a new hiking bag, some food bars, some fruit a couple of salad shakes. I might have gone overboard, but better safe than sorry, I say! I told my boss I have to quit, bid him farewell and went back home. At home I packed what I bought, and added my running pack's water bag and first aid kit and made an oral hygiene set (and obviously some feminine hygiene products). And the next day I went out early to find the bus, that is to be our means of transportation.
Starting Kit:
Clothing: 1 black wool beanie hat, 1 light blue dri fit shirt, 1 dark blue pair of sweatpants, 1 white and red striped sweat band on my left arm, 1 black scrunchie holding my hair, 1 pair of blue moving comfort underwear, 1 pair of white knee socks, 1 pair of running shoes, 1 Heart-rate tracking watch on right arm.
Bag: Hiking backpack, red of colour.
Items: Oral hygiene set (a box containing a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss and a small plastic cup), 4 Liter water bag (fitted into a specially designed compartment of the bag), small first aid kit (including needle, thread, gauze, 200mL rubbing alcohol, 7 band aids, bandage and tweezers), food pack (containing 6800 calories worth of nutrition bars, 2 apples, 3 peaches, 2 prunes and 2 cups of salad shake), wallet (containing 2 bills and 2 coins adding up to a total of 20.51£), (feminine hygiene products).
1 Major Skill: Running long distances and quickly.
2 Minor Skills: Wound patching (learned from mother), sneaking (any teenager's dream).
Attributes:
Strength: 3.
I'm not very strong, per se.
Perception: 3.
I tend to miss things at times, and while under pressure I might even miss something as obvious as a rose bush right in front of me.
Endurance: 8.
I'm in great shape, I exercise and I generally avoid sweets.
Charisma: 5.
I'm not very good at persuading people, but I'm not so bad either, I can generally make people do things that make sense.
Intelligence: 6.
I'm a little cleverer than your average girl. Oh, and I like anatomy.
Agility: 8.
I'm very quick and nimble, I can even sneak into my parent's house at 1 AM without waking them.
Luck: 7.
I generally have more luck than brains, I even survived a full on collision with a rose bush.
Please do not misinterprate the detail I went into, while describing my character, as a potential troll. I am 100% serious about it.
Please notify me if anything is missing or requires editing.
*Edit #1 (Biography changes meant to fit the exposition).
*Edit #2 (Grammatical corrections, minor skill change).
*Edit #3 (Changes to wardrobe, items [doubled amount of granola bars] after considering factors like the climate).
*Edit #4 (Biography changes meant to fit the story, equipment changes).
