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[b]Name:[/b] Stella Albright

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Occupation/Position:[/b] Veterinarian 

[b]Background:[/b] Raised by her grandparents in a small rural town in Vermont after her parents were killed in a car crash when she was almost four. She was in the car when it happened though she sustained little damage in the crash. The images of what she saw, filtered through a child’s lack of understanding, haunted her for years. She refused to speak for almost 2 years after the accident and would not look anyone in the eye. It was the animals that populated her grandparent’s small farm that pulled the silent, sad girl out of herself in back into the world. She had been marked for special services and her return to the world saved her from being type-cast as special needs. 

She was a bright child and eventually pulled out of herself enough to make friends but it was always the animals that she connected most strongly with. She spent much time hiking the woods around her home and her grandfather, an avid outdoors man taught her to fish and how to survive in the wilds and all that he knew about animal husbandry. She excelled in school, particularly in sciences and volunteered in the local Vet’s office which services both large and small domestic animals. But it was when she went on a field trip to a wild life sanctuary that rehabilitated injured hawks and owls that she found a new passion. Volunteering every weekend she bike road the ten miles to the Sanctuary as long as the weather permitted until she left for school to study veterinary sciences. 

Her grandparents passed away in her final year of school, almost exactly a week apart. Her grandmother simply faded after her grandfather was gone. Stella mourned but was not surprised by the chain of events and simply powered through her last semester. There was no call for her to go home with her grandparents gone so she pursued other opportunities and wound up working her way west slowly moving from state park to National forest etc, acting in various roles from Park Ranger to Veterinarian to Wildlife Rehabilitator. 

Something of a cheerful Luddite she tended to live simply, using what technology she need to on the job, grateful for its ability to save lives but on her own in her private life she lived a simpler life, emulating the simple world of her childhood with her grandparents. She has a host of practical skills that harken back to a simpler time. 

Immersed in her work she paid The Change little mind until things were so dire that to avoid it was to be blind and stupid. Even then she felt helpless to do anything about it, she was just a simple vet and it was so far away. Only then it wasn’t so far and there was still nothing she could do about it. She was prepared to go down with the ship, staying with her charges until the bitter end. But the end didn’t come in the way she expected too. Rescued in the last push by the people of the mountain her Wild Life Sanctuary was cleaned out and all its occupants, including the one vet who refused to leave was rescued.

(So I probably will tweak this some, but this is what I got at this point.)