Name: Phoebe Jones

Age: 18. An apocalypse baby, whose knowledge of the pre-war world comes from stories.

Gender: Female

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic for now. Phoebe's just left her family to explore the world, and is looking for a good place to live for a while.

Weapons: Phoebe uses a .32 caliber rifle built by her grandfather, the skilled hunter who guides her family in their new way of life. She hates using it, since it's loud, dangerous, and heavy. But, she's well-trained in using it, and has lots of ammo. Still, she prefers her pistol.

Skills: Phoebe is trained in using a rifle to hunt herd animals. 

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Phoebe's family is both cursed and gifted with generalized hypertrichosis; a condition that causes hair to grow longer and thicker over the entire body, except for the soles of their feet and hands, their lips, and mucous membranes (nose, tongue, etc.). In the pre-war world, this only served as a curse to draw unwanted attention from strangers. "Hey look, it's that Werewolf family! Eew!" Now, it's a blessing, as the "fur" warms them up in this new, cold world, and provides natural camouflage. In Phoebe's case, the hair is tan; a random mutation from the usual black color. (The tan color comes from the radiation; the hypertrichosis is genetic.) 

Appearance: Phoebe is 5'5", 110 pounds, a little on the light side. As stated above, she is covered head-to-toe in thick, tan "fur". Underneath that fur, Phoebe is the stark white skin color you see on cats and dogs, since the little sunlight in this world can't reach her skin. Peeking out from the fur are pale blue eyes. She wears plain white shirts, a cargo jacket, and jean pants: practical clothing. 

Brief Personality: Phoebe's quiet and shy, one who'd rather observe than speak up. In her giant, raucous family, that's unusual. Still, she much prefers the company of others than being alone, as that's what she's used to. (I'm really not good at describing someone's personality.)

Background: Phoebe was born to a large family: three generations, who, thanks to her paternal grandfather, thrived in this post-war world. With his hunting experience, he guided them away from the irradiated cities and out to the wild, following Ted Turner's giant herd of buffalo. The buffalo mutated, breeding with local cows to create a mixed species of rhino-sized beefalo. This herd migrated around Montana and North Dakota, eating all the grass in one area, then moving on. They were easy prey, and quickly her family armed themselves with rifles and took to living off of them, like modern Native Americans. Two years after the war, Phoebe was born to her mother, a stranger who joined the family, and her father, a wildman at heart with hypertrichosis. Phoebe was mutated just slightly: her hair was tan, unlike the usual black coloration. Other babies in the family were born with unusual colors as well. Phoebe's best friend and first cousin, Jack, was born with stark white hair. One kid was born with thin, lilac hair, and yet another was born with no hair at all. The family accepted all their funny-looking children, simply glad no one was born with any serious mutations, like some afflicted children. (Phoebe remembers a horror story involving a child born with no elbows or knees.) 

As a child, Phoebe was tasked with prepping the family's tent-town for their constant migrations following the beefalo herd. At twelve, Phoebe was given her pistol and taught how to shoot. At fiveteen she was given one of her grandfather's hand-made rifles and participated in the weekly hunts. Phoebe liked hunting, but she greatly preferred a pistol. It was easier, quieter, and in her opinion required more skill, as the only game a pistol can bag are fast-moving targets, like birds and rabbits. But, a rabbit could only feed one person, not the fifty-odd members of her "tribe." 

At eighteen, Phoebe was given the option to go out on her own by her grandfather. Her mother hated that idea, since this was the safest place they knew of (all their visitors spoke of terrors in the cities, and horrible monsters ravaging the countryside.) but Phoebe chose to go. She liked living with her family, but she wanted to make her own choices, and her own life, and maybe even meet a nice man. (Although the idea of starting a family sounded terrible. She does not like children.)

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other: Meh.