[color=0072bc]Name:[/color] Beatrice “Triss” White [color=0072bc]Group:[/color] None, will update if this changes. [color=0072bc]Age:[/color] Thirteen [color=0072bc]Occupation:[/color] Student [color=0072bc]Family life:[/color] - Mother: Maria Connors, deceased after giving birth. - Father: Aaron White, left the city with Triss, deceased. ---------- [color=0072bc]Appearance:[/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/rn3y6hF.jpg[/img] Triss, while being fairly young is still quite strong, having developed her skills and strength in competitive rock climbing and in track and field events. She stands at around five feet tall which while being no where near the average male RA, gives her surprising agility and speed to outrun and outmaneuver them. If visible, she has a few scars on herself from encounters on her journey, be it from the RA or other people, though the more prominent one is a bite mark just above her left shoulder of human origin. Her hair is just between a deep and a light brown with slight flecks of red scattered about within it and her storm grey eyes show an unquenchable fiery determination to push on. She weighs in at about 97-100 pounds with an average, yet more toned build to her. Blood type: O - Immune: Yes ---------- [color=0072bc]Gear:[/color] Triss is never seen without her [url=http://product01.c21stores.com/images/products/processed/1375-3744.BLACK.a.superZoom.jpg]New York Yankees ballcap[/url] or her [url=http://www.dpciwholesale.com/images/P/7232-450p.jpg]military surplus backpack[/url]. She carries a bloodstained wooden baseball bat in her hand at most times and a small folding knife clipped to her belt, more as a tool than a weapon. Other than that, she travels quite light, having only the clothes on her back along with her light parka in her bag. Her usual clothing consists of worn out jeans that look like they've seen better days, a white (used to be white anyways) tank top, light hiking boots and her ballcap. She would also have clip on cleats on her bag, able to be attached to her boots rapidly if needed. Along with the parka in her bag is a mountain climbing [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/63/a7/0263a768b7408653525765c7735b866c.jpg]thigh harness[/url], about 100 feet of light rope (Strong enough to support her body weight easily) wrapped up tightly and neatly and a grappling hook with folding arms. To finish off, she carries a rather unimpressive first aid kit scavenged from various sources and an aluminum water bottle clipped to the outside of her bag. A small AA battery powered MP3 player and earbuds is usually found in her pocket, for the few down times she gets. ---------- [color=0072bc]Bio:[/color] Beatrice was born into a fairly well off family, living what was probably just above the average American life. She started playing sports when she was only four years old, starting with soccer in the elementary school league and moving up the competition as she got older. Though her mother died just after Beatrice was born, her father loved her dearly and raised her as a single dad for eight years, before he met another woman that would eventually step in as Beatrice’s step mother. In these eight years, her father raised her to be less of a “girly” girl and more of a tomboy, playing more sports like football and baseball, as well as getting into competitive rock climbing. She was second to a boy two years older than her at the time, in both speed climbing and endurance climbing on open mountain courses. After her father started dating this new woman, Beatrice became a very quiet person, and while she still actively trained and competed in her sports, she was not the same person. The counsellors called it survivor’s guilt, as the new woman reminded her of the fact her life had been what killed her mother. She became more reserved and rarely interacted with either her father or stepmother. When the Rising started making news headlines globally, Beatrice started to worry, but life went on normally. At least for a little while. Then one night, all hell broke loose. Beatrice woke up to screaming. A man screaming. Her father screaming. She grabbed her baseball bat and slowly opened her door. Down the hall, her stepmother was biting into her father’s bicep. Beatrice took all the guilt of killing her mother and slammed the bat as hard as she could into her stepmother’s neck with a sickening crack, killing her instantly. Her father nodded to her and they began collecting their things, before running out the door. A few other cries of pain echoed through the night, but they kept running. A week later her father started getting sick. Two weeks later, he was biting into the shoulder of his only child before she put him down. Now that was both her parents she had killed. Triss' Theme song: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjW4_OlhKfo[/url]