-Basics-
[b]Name:[/b] Carmen Moss

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Gender:[/b] Female



-Survival-
[b]Faction:[/b] Buzzard; will join Saints

[b]Gear/weapons:[/b] Spears (usually with glass heads) and bow/arrow

[b]Skills:[/b] Hunting (major), tracking, crafting (gotta do something with that dead animal) and hiding

[b]Powers:[/b] Night vision, mild regeneration



-Appearance-
[img]http://orig14.deviantart.net/93a6/f/2015/167/8/2/backpacker_by_giorgiobaroni-d8xmfmv.png[/img]
Source: http://giorgiobaroni.deviantart.com/



-Other-
[b]Personality:[/b] Carmen is a fiery person in general–– very defensive, as one would have to be–– and is suspicious of everyone and everything unless she [i]knows[/i] them. Protective of those who are close to her. Only gentle when there’s no one else around, because she wants to maintain her tough image. 

[b]History:[/b] Carmen doesn’t know anything about the circumstances of her birth (she was born in the back of a dysfunctional Diesel truck and promptly left there; luckily a Bear found and raised her). She didn’t like the way Bear society worked (military-like structure, high discipline, etc.) so she left at 16 after learning some rudimentary survival skills. Little did she know that these were not entirely sufficient for the harsh and unforgiving environment of the Mojave desert. 
The [i]real[/i] source of her survival skills is trial and error. Carmen nearly died twice alone in the Wild: the first time from dehydration (she got incredibly lucky and made a solar still that managed to keep her going), and the second time she was attacked by some kind of mutated feline–probably a mountain lion (it was so messed up she couldn't tell). That was how she learned to close a wound and generally take care of one. She still has a scar on her outer left thigh. 
Now, how'd she meet her furry friend? She was creeping around a small settlement, mostly just looking for things to scavenge. A pile of garbage and scraps toward the edge seemed like a perfect place to start, and she just happened to find a puppy whose teeth were too small for solid food, and who was also trying his best to tear into some kind of festering meat. Carmen, taking pity on the little guy, scooped him up, walked him to her next camp, and chewed up a portion of her food for him. She didn't expect to form a bond with the puppy, and intended to let him go wherever he wanted once he was old enough to fend for himself. 
Obviously, that didn't happen. Chester's three years old now.

[b]Etc:[/b] Has a dog named Chester. He helps her hunt and keeps her sane. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e4/73/63/e473631956bdcef556f493d934713441.jpg[/img]

Bonus! 

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[b]SEVERE[/b] language warning, including the N-word. Proceed with caution. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRvpGGc9Jv8
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