[b]Name:[/b] Angela "Angie" O'Connor

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 34

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at roughly six feet two, Angie isn't exactly your typical white girl. With fingertips permanently a dark, grease-tinged brown from all the auto parts she's constantly around, a sneer in her brown eyes and dirty streaks under them, she's everything you'd imagine a grease monkey and an autohead to be. Well, except for the fact that her skin's so white it could double as a solar panel. A light dusting of freckles dot her cheeks and arms, and you might classify her as ginger but she ain't, with a head of hair that's blonde, thick and curly. Her physique is well built (well, well enough from all the years she's spent under cars), and nothing else mars her already dirty features. Her current outfit is that of when she started: a set of blue denim overalls, now grease- and blood-stained from the month of surviving out in the open, underneath that is a white cotton shirt, sports bra, and on her feet she wears her trusty work boots, steel toe-caps of course. Her scruff hair's tied in a short ponytail that she keeps stuffed in her shirt to prevent it from getting caught on anything.

[b]Medical Ailments:[/b] N/A

[b]Nationality:[/b] Irish-American

[b]Occupation:[/b] Mechanic and over-all grease monkey.

[b][u]Four Week History[/u][/b]
The month since the first outbreak happened in DC played hell on Angie. When the first sporadic viral cases popped up in the city, she paid them no mind, but once the news started reporting closer and closer to her home, she decided on an action plan straight from her favorite movie: to grab whatever she could, arm herself, maybe grab a friend or two, head for the nearest pub, grab a pint and wait for all of this to blow over.

Obviously, that's not what happened.

At the end of the first two weeks, she'd lost her home, the majority of her stuff and all the friends that she scrounged together that weren't already dead, three to shamblers that broke into the pub they had fortified (no surprise there) and one to a random looter. That left her, for the most part, alone. She spent the remainder of that time following the news reports and military broadcasts to Dulles International, where she'd holed up with the rest of the ill-begotten survivors. That was, until, chaos erupted around her again and she was forced to abscond. Finding transport out was the biggest of her concerns, and the tag-alongs that had also found the same bus she did were additional comforts to her. Through the chaos and the gruel that was the slog out of Dulles, she did what she could to keep the bus running, but when someone out there took potshots at the motley crew, damaging the bus, she knew the thing would go no further.

Now she survives, barely hanging on, but determined to live, on a daily basis, at least.

[b]Items of Interest:[/b]

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[*] 1x backpack
[*] 1x flat-head screwdriver
[*] 1x [url=http://img.nauticexpo.com/images_ne/photo-g/multi-tool-knife-pocket-23475-216233.jpg]pocket multi-tool[/url]
[*] 2x 500ml plastic water bottles, one half full, the other full
[*] 1x set of coveralls, grease stained but otherwise in good condition
[*] 2x extra shirts
[*] 1x box of wheat crackers
[*] 1x map of DC
[*] 1x whiskey flask, 3/4 full with Jack Daniels
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[b]Weapons:[/b]

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[*] 1x [url=http://shop.textalk.se/shop/8192/art92/h8135/14348135-origpic-ba9d6f.jpg]aluminium baseball bat[/url]
[*] 1x [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141116133639/scarface/en/images/0/02/LeadPipe.jpg]lead pipe[/url]
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