Name: Jenna Delany
Age: 20
Race/Species: Arctic fox
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She has white/grey fur with black hair that has blue tips as her hair used to be dyed blue. The trait seemed to stick around somewhat permanently when she was turned.[/hider]

Starting Equipment:
-One of her fathers many guns, a Smith & Wesson M&P45 .45 Caliber with functional suppressor.
-A heavily used replica Katana.
-Flashlight
-Backpack filled with some essentials. Water bottles, food, extra ammo, first aid kit.

Occupation: Before things got FUBAR, she was a college dropout who had a job as a DJ at a club. Basically, she wasn't going anywhere fast with her life, So the apocalypse was kinda a good thing for her.

Skills: 
[b]Gun Knowledge:[/b] Knows a decent bit about guns that her father taught her at a young age. Not an expert, but can clean, maintain, and repair gun with relative ease.
[b]Acute senses:[/b] Since she was turned, she's had a better since of smell and hearing. She can't hear a whisper a mile away, but she can hear and smell better than the average human.
[b]Physically Fit:[/b] Her father made sure she got her exercise when she was growing up, a habit that stuck with her even if she's not that active otherwise. She's no hulk, but she's in good shape and can run for a good bit and hit relatively hard.
[b]Stealthy:[/b] While she's been constantly moving between safe places for the past week, she's picked up on some tricks to moving unheard and unseen by the zombies. She's no expert, but she can move silently enough without attracting attention, and kill zombies with some ease while remaining unseen.

[b]Location:[/b] Jenna was visiting at her parents house when things started to go to hell. It was a fairly spacious two story house, and was a pretty defensible place with a brick wall and a fence around the perimeter and a two car garage. Her father who used to be a U.S. Marine had a thing for collecting guns and stockpiling ammo, and Her mom had a thing for collecting swords. Yeah, her family was on the weird side. She used to think she was the normal one, until she got turned into a walking fur coat.

She was going to try and live there and hide from the hoard, at least until her parents got back. By herself though, that was a difficult task and after three days, they got in. She managed to escape mostly unscathed, but sustained a few injuries on her left arm and shoulder. Since then, she has been trying to avoid the zombies and find a new place to settle down, at least for awhile.

Welp, there she is~
I have an idea for a second, non-anthro character I'll put up later.