Name: Sasha Thompson
Nickname: N/A
the job you had before the world went to hell: N/A
What you have become: Healer
your sanity: Completely sane, if a bit naive
Appearance: Sasha stands at 5 foot 4 and has a lightly muscular, but mostly skinny physique. Her skin is an alabaster pale, a stark contrast in some aspects to her dark crimson hair, that swoops down past her shoulders in waves. She is more often than not seen wearing her fathers old goggles, whether it be over her piercing cobalt blue eyes or around her slender neck.
Personality: Due to her extremely sheltered upbringing, Sasha is very naive and knows little about the wastes and it's horrors. She is able to handle herself in the wastes due to her training with her father, but gets a shock every now and then when a corpse appears out of nowhere.
History:
Sasha was born after the apocalypse, far south of the fury road. Her father was the leader of a tribe, and had been dubbed the 'Caeser of the wastes' for his democratic method of ruling. However, when it came to his daughter he was less democratic.

The entirety if Sasha's early life was spent within a repurposed basement, outfitted with defended so that nothing could get in or out. Of course, as time went on her father began teaching her about the wastes and how to survive within them. But it seemed her final lesson came too late.

Around the time that, Sasha was sixteen, Scrotus set his eyes on Caesers camp. With little defence in comparison to Scrotus' heavy attack force. Caeser stuck Sasha on his old bike and sent her out into the wastes. She left with a burning want for revenge.

It's been a few years since then, and Sasha is about 19 and is more than ready to extract her revenge.
Your ride: Her fathers old motorbike - imagine Steve Mcqueens bike in the great escape but soiled up a little.
Weapon of choice:
Sub machine guns - she uses an old and prone to jamming tech 9
Pistols - m1911
Specialty:
Ranged weapons
Crafting
Other: