[center][img]https://i.warosu.org/data/cgl/img/0066/70/1362491131127.png[/img] [i][b]"Please...help me..."[/b][/i] [h2][color=a187be]Candace Marie Prescott[/color][/h2] (Nickname: Candy) [b]-Age-[/b] 17 [b]-Gender-[/b] Female [b]-Sexuality-[/b] Unsure (seems to like girls alot) [b]-Skills-[/b] -Horseback riding -Some marksmanship -Knows a good amount of first aid -Used to go on hunting and fishing trips with her dad [b]-Inventory-[/b] -1 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver -1 Bowie Knife -1 Canteen of water -12 rounds .44 Magnum -2 cans of baked beans -1 roll of gauze bandage [b]-Personality-[/b] Candy's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she is greatly traumatized by all that has occurred to her since the epidemic struck her hometown. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. She is friendly with everyone she meets, but due to certain circumstances, it's hard for her to trust others. Candy's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking. [b]-Bio-[/b] Before the bomb's fell, life was simple for Candace. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, going fishing and camping at the lake, and going hunting with her dad. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....then it happened. News began to spread rampantly of the attacks, the most destructive hitting the East Coast. At first, Candace and her folks ignored it, thinking it was just a terrorist attack and that it wasn't going to hit Whitesboro any time soon, but as the days dragged on, Candy's optimism began to fade. She would see jets and helicopters and other military vehicles storming through her quiet little town and even past the ranch. Soldiers with guns were stationed at her school and scanning all of the students, some Candace never saw again. It was a nightmare becoming all too real for her, but she was sure the war wouldn't hit anywhere near her home, not when she lived virtually miles away from anyone....but she was wrong. One night, when Candace could barely sleep because of the helicopters thundering over her house, she heard her mother scream. Quickly, Candace darted from her bed and to her parents' bedroom, only to discover the horrible truth. Her father had been gunned down in cold blood by soldiers in all black military gear, the very same dragging her mother out of the house kicking and screaming. The soldiers soon took after her and chased her all through the house, finally cornering her in the living room. By the way they spoke, she quickly figured out they were Chinese. The troops had her pinned to the floor and were about to violate her, until she was rescued by Jonah, their next door neighbor. Jonah helped Candace escape out the back door of the house, and across the ranch they made their way, pursued by more soldiers. Once they made it to the highway, Candace quickly turned around hearing gunshots. Much to her horror....Jonah had been shot. [i]"G..go..."[/i] He uttered weakly, handing his revolver to Candace, still wet with his very blood. [i]"Run!"[/i] And that's what she did.... sobbing uncontrollably, she ran...and kept running. Since that horrific night, Candace has traveled far from her home, seeking other survivors or at least a place to rest safely. She took with her a small rucksack full of some essential survival items, such as a first aid kit and rations and ammo for her revolver, but what she had taken...doesn't add up to all she has lost. Her family was gone, her friends...likely dead. She had no home anymore, and with all the horror, all the grisliness, the disturbing and tragic things she has witnessed over these past few days...she had lost....her innocence... Cold, tired, weak and hungry...she finally collapsed in front of an old gas station out in the middle of nowhere, after such a long and harrowing journey. It was here tonight she decided to rest. Maybe tomorrow she would find someone....or...maybe she would die... [b]-Other-[/b] Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWEsrQx6A2U]Hymn for the Missing[/url][/center]