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[i][b][h3][color=f7435b]· Basics ·[/color][/h3][/b][/i][/center]
[b][color=f7435b]Name:[/color][/b] Unknown. Simply goes by "Funky." 
[b][color=f7435b]Age:[/color][/b] Early 20s.
[b][color=f7435b]Gender:[/color][/b] Female.
[b][color=f7435b]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Bisexual.

[center][i][b][h3][color=f7435b]· Survival ·[/color][/h3][/b][/i][/center]
[b][color=f7435b]Faction:[/color][/b] The Mile-High Club.
[b][color=f7435b]Gear/weapons:[/color][/b] A pipe for hitting, a pipe for smoking, an old jammed gun, and a rusty machete. Whatever she picks up, really.
[b][color=f7435b]Skills:[/color][/b] TRACKING, hunting/hiding. 
[b][color=f7435b]Powers:[/color][/b] Night vision + strong bones.

[center][i][b][h3][color=f7435b]· Appearance ·[/color][/h3][/b][/i][/center]

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[center]Funky stands at a short 5'2", with deep olive skin and green eyes. Though short, she's toned and strong. Occasionally, she'll paint various designs on her face with root compounds or other goodies. Her skin is brazened by a long time in the sun, and therefore has an almost scaly texture. She wears knee-length jogger style pants, and a loose tank top – gotta stay free, man.
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[center][i][b][h3][color=f7435b]· Other ·[/color][/h3][/b][/i][/center]
[b][color=f7435b]Personality:[/color][/b] Relaxed, calm, and level-headed. Most people are unsure if this is from chems, or just her personality. She makes good decisions – at least, for herself. She's fairly selfish, and operates on a need-only basis. These needs are generally limited to her two chems, food, and shelter. Anything else is a luxury. Though she doesn't speak much, she grins, smirks, and otherwise makes smart alek expressions. Her favorite expression is "funky," which is where her name came from. She's never told anyone her real name – in fact, nobody's sure she even has a name other than Funky.

[b][color=f7435b]History:[/color][/b] 

	Funky's parents were members of the Saints of the Wild. She loved them dearly, and they loved her back. Both were doctors, travelling with their little band of helpers to heal and restore those they found. Quite simply, they taught her to "do good and be kind" to all those she met, and the favor would be returned. She believed this with all her heart. 

	When she was 9, her parents realized she showed all symptoms of Courier's Disease – a virus that causes lesions and ruptures internally. Immediately they attempted to treat her with conventional methods, but none would work. In desperation, they bought a drug from a sectional of the Mile-High Club. It wasn't a cure, but it stopped the bleeding for a day or two. It was a catch-22 for her parents – their daughter would become dependent on a narcotic, but would be saved from a painful death.

	When Funky was 12, her parents took in a Buzzard that had been badly injured in a shootoff. They nursed him back to health, cautiously – they kept him cuffed at all times. The Buzzard convinced Funky's mother to unlock the cuffs because of the pain they were causing him, and when she did, he brutally murdered her, and her husband. Funky was left alive, but with a scar to show for it. It winds from her upper ribcage to her lower back.

	Funky now lives with the Mile-High Club. She is not nearly as dependent as most of them – she only takes the medication for Courier's, and an anti-depressant. However, both of these can impede her skills, powers, and judgement. She also suffers from alcoholism.

[b][color=f7435b]Etc:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_izvAbhExY]Give it a listen.[/url]