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[b]Name:[/b] Charlotte Edwards
[b]Age:[/b] 29
[b]Nationality:[/b] Irish-American
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Caucasian
[b]Sex:[/b] Female
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6"
[b]Weight:[/b] Around 120-130lbs
[b]Eye Color:[/b] One green, one blue (Heterochromia)
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Dark brown

[b]Physical Disabilities:[/b]
Prosthetic left arm from mid-bicep and on, about 80% function in comparison to it’s organic counterpart. High quality parts as she was quite upper class and was able to pay a large sum of money for it. Slower movement, full range of motion.

[b]Physical Identifiers[/b][list]
[*] Prosthetic left arm
[*] Heterochromic eyes
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[b]Appearance:[/b]
Charlotte could be described as nothing less than attractive to most. Her long curly brown hair borders her gentle, welcoming face. Her body is slender, more from many missed dinners and meager breakfasts than from exercise. She has a few faded scars on her shoulders and legs from the car accident, but nothing compared to the loss of her left arm, a mechanical prosthetic in it's place.

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Born as a city girl, Charlotte grew up in downtown New York city after moving from Ireland She was raised in a wealthy family who lived up in a modern highrise. She led a fairly normal childhood, excelling in her schooling and finishing public school with stellar grades. Moving into high school, she continued with her stellar grades, often found in the library studying up on her courses, all at the most advanced level of course. She didn’t have much of a social life because of this and was often taunted for being a show off and a nerd. She graduated with next to perfect grades and left the town and her past behind.

Moving down to Massachusetts, she bought herself a small condo and interviewed for a few part time jobs to help pay for school and necessities, eventually getting in at a local coffee shop. She started her schooling at MIT the following year, studying for her doctorate, along with Neuroscience on the side.

Though she ended up being quite successful in her education, the high work loads and intensity of the classes took a toll on her and she often had complete mental breakdowns while studying. To add to her stress, she had a few falling outs with close friends and a boyfriend who had left her midterm for some pretty little blonde tramp.

Five years later, she had graduated from MIT with her medical P.H.D and a degree in Pathology. She was accepted into the internship program at the Northwestern Memorial hospital in Chicago and soon after moved there to pursue her career. She worked under one of the neurosurgeons at the hospital and was quickly humbled by his skill in the field. She was no longer at the top of her class, but now, just like the rest of the interns, sitting in the low class of doctors, taking the boring cases that none of the bigshots wanted.

Finally, after years of working her way up, she had finally become a fully fledged neurosurgeon. She finally settled down her life, going through the motions everyday with the occasional patient that basically took over her life for a good month.

Though she claims it wasn't her fault, Charlotte lost most of her left arm in a car accident - she liked to drive fast at night, when the streets were empty - after getting t-boned by a transport truck. This put an end to her surgical career and left her doing ER consults and lab work, as they wouldn't let her operate with a prosthetic. 

The apocalypse hit the hospital hard and Charlotte eventually quit her job. The city was becoming a trap filled with death and the dying and while she was a doctor, she couldn't help but feel as though the job they were doing was only scratching the surface. 

Charlotte grabbed a bunch of medical supplies from the hospital and left at lunch to gather her things from her apartment.

She was on the road an hour later, driving down the barren highway in her pickup truck.
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[center][h2][color=skyblue]Extended Information[/color][/h2][/center]
[b]Residence:[/b] Medium sized two bedroom apartment, rather luxurious 
[b]Profession:[/b] Neurosurgeon
[b]Aligned Faction:[/b] None
[b]Relatives:[/b] [list]
[*] Father: Aedan Edwards, deceased
[*] Mother: Rileigh Cavanaugh, status unknown
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[b][color=aba000]Starting Gear:[/color][/b] Light parka, leather riding boots, worn jeans, black tuque

[b][color=gold]Weapons[/color][/b]:[list]
[*] FNX-45 .45 Pistol, two magazines (15rds each)
[*] Fixed blade knife
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[b][color=gold]Trauma Kit:[/color][/b][list]
[*] 3 rolls of gauze (varying widths)
[*] 10 gauze pads (varying sizes)
[*] trauma shears
[*] 2 rolls of medical tape (one cloth based, one plastic based)
[*] 2 tensor wraps
[*] 10 alcohol swabs
[*] tweezers
[*] various sizes of bandaids
[*] 1 tube of polysporin
[*] 1 moldable splint
[*] Space blanket
[*] 1 Epi-pen
[*] Suture kit
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[b][color=gold]Black Backpack:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Food items: 3 bottles of water (2 plastic 500mL, one aluminum 500ml), 3 cans of soup, half a bag of trail mix, a handful of granola bars, container of instant coffee
[*] Tools: Flashlight with an extra set of batteries, disposable lighter, box of matches, small set of silverware, pocket knife, 50ft of 550 paracord, bag of chemlights (10), zip ties, stethoscope, can opener
[*] Clothing: Light rain jacket, a spare set of clothing, two pairs of wool socks, running shoes

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[b][color=gold]Pockets[/color][/b][list]
[*] Smartphone
[*] Wallet
[*] 6 .45 ACP rounds
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[b][color=aba000]Skills:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Medically gifted: Charlotte knows the human body inside and out and can fix most minor to intermediate injuries. 
[*] Excellent attention to detail: Years of operating in hospitals have given Charlotte a ridiculously good eye for the little things, and her vision at distance is just above average.
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[b][color=aba000]Talents:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Pitch perfect: Charlotte can tell if something is just even a touch off key. Funny enough, she can’t play an instrument to save her life.
[*] Truly a people person: Having worked at a hospital for most of her adult life, Charlotte excels at one on one communication. However, she is also an extremely good liar.
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[b][color=aba000]Other Disabilities:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Doesn’t trust anyone: Charlotte had a hard time trusting people before the apocalypse. It is very hard to get her to open up at all, and she trusts absolutely no one.
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