[s][b]Name:[/b] Aurora Faye
[b]Age:[/b] 10
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Race:[/b] Caucasian
[b]Appearance:[/b] Aurora stands roughy five feet tall; she's built slender, her form is exaggerated by the onset of hunger. Her hair is an auburn-brown, falling past her breasts normally; it is put up to either side in curly pigtails and held in place by small white ribbons. A pair of large, circular, wire-rimmed glasses sit atop her nose which is dotted with freckles from ear-to-ear. Her smile is toothy and reveals her lack of a front tooth.
[b]Clothing:[/b] Draped over her shoulders is a slightly-too-large denim jacket, covering a yellow sundress that falls below her knees. The fringe of the dress is met by the cuffs of her leather boots. Atop her head is a tattered blue beret with a small star pin attached to it.
[b]Equipment:[/b] Her load is modest: a small backpack containing a water bottle, a few capri suns, a box of band-aids, a half-empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a pad of paper, and a few pencils.
[b]Weapons:[/b] She totes a pitchfork as well as a long sheath knife.
[b]Bio/Background:[/b] To be honest, Aurora is lucky as hell to be alive. With little to no practical survival skills and an already weak stature, she seemed poised to be swallowed by the chaos of post-apocalyptia. However, to her rescue came a mutt, a dog, not yet fully untamed by the world. She found him cornered by the undead and came to his aid... by accidentally knocking over a trashcan. The trashcan made such a ruckus that the group refocused their attention on Aurora long enough for the dog to escape. Later, after a strategic retreat, Aurora heard a scratching at the door of the car she holed up in for the night- the mutt from the alley. Ever since, he's followed her and made sure she was well aware of any lurkers hiding around her camps.
[b]Occupation Pre-Apocalypse:[/b] Grade-school Student[/s]

On second thought, nah.