Here's my finished sheet, I wasn't sure what role we needed filled so i tried to make it open ended. 


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[b]Name:[/b] Willow 

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Skills: [/b]

	-Naturally perceptive and receptive
	-Loyal (Nearly to a fault)
	-Extremely stable hands
	-Above average skill involving medicine
        -Skilled in driving

[b]Background: [/b]

Willow was born into a family that had been enslaved for several generations. A small, over crowded, hovel was the place she called home. Many others, including her mother and father and a plethora of other family members, also were kept within the dusty quarters. Her family wasn't the only group of slaves kept, but she rarely interacted with anyone outside her circle. The slaves were owned by a 'wealthy' man who made his living off of selling flesh. He owned an entire underground slave selling society. Dealing in everything from mothers to sex to blood. She was conditioned from birth to only do as she was told and to never go against orders. 

The slaves were not given the privilege to learn to read and write, and while few in the destroyed world could, they were simply forbidden to attempt to learn. Her master figured that an educated mind would lead to an uprising. Growing up Willow's duties varied. Some days she would be out in the sun, tending to the pathetic crops the man tried to grow, and other days she would be locked away in the hovel, diligently mending and sewing together scraps of fabric to form clothes. Willow truly enjoyed, however, the times when she was permitted to practice medicine. Helping her fellow slaves with anything from healing their lash marks to removing splinters made Willow feel like she was actually making a difference.

But as she became older her duties became much more personal for her master, which she carried out without a second thought. During her twenty three years Willow watched as friends and family were sold off or, in the case of some of the more rebellious, beaten and killed. Willow never questioned this, she knew asking questions would bring about punishment, even when she was forced to watch these executions and auctions herself. 

Being the personal assistant to her master had its benefits though. She was one of the only slaves who was given permission to learn how to drive. Her master did quite a lot of driving around his property, but as he got older Willow drove with him in the passenger seat. Willow wasn't sure why but driving gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. Being in control of a machine, being the one in command, made her feel stronger. 

However, the monotony of life would soon become destroyed. For whatever reason or another Willow became undesirable to her master, likely he bought a younger and fresher slave girl, and Willow was sold away. Any shred of confidence was stripped from the girl as she was suddenly far away from everything she considered 'normal'. But as she was being driven, with a group of equally terrified slaves, to a more populated hub something clicked. She suddenly realized how vast and free the world was. 

Willow had never considered herself rebellious, but watching a group of free people rush by her in a modified truck brought something out of her. She snuck away in the night, unable to convince any of the other slaves to escape with her. She is currently trying to keep a low profile, now realizing what the fear of being captured was. It is easy for herself to keep quiet and unseen, but the brand on her neck indicates her true nature. 

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