Full Name: Amelia Skipper Wintergarden
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Age: 23
Role in the Community: Amy and her family breed and care for the horses of the garrison and she as well serves as nurse/field medic (warning she is trained by a veterinarian who has adapted to working on people)
Appearance: Amelia is lightly freckled but otherwise pale skinned which is due to her Family’s Dutch origins. Her hair is strawberry blonde and cut to shoulder length, her eyes blue.
She stands five foot eight inches and weighs about 125-135 and is athletically toned because of her work with horses
Biography: Amelia was born to
John Wintergarden DVM DACVS
Petra Skipper. Her Dad was a respected Veterinarian in the horse world and her mother the owner of a horse farm so a match made in heaven.
Amy was a happy child growing up her family comfortable and safe.
She attended a private school where she took advantage of it’s attention to the students scholastic skills. She was a dedicated student pushing herself so that she could eventually attend Auburn and be a Vet just like her dad; her life was on track then it happened and shattered her plans.
She was fourteen about to turn fifteen when the outbreak was first reported. Her family had a large and remotely placed ranch so in the beginning they were safe from the shambling horrors and they had enough room to take in survivors that found their way to the ranch. Her father though a Veterinarian was soon pressed into seeing human patients and treating their injuries and best of all was that few of the horrors were seen near the Ranch and the ones that they did see were blocked by the fence. It looked as though they might be safe from the horrors outside when they had something worse fall upon them, Bandits, People or Scum.
The Scum in the beginning looked as if they might be able to commit as many atrocities as they’d like but they too discovered how fickle fate was when the Hunters who’d taken the guns and bows to hunt game with returned and fell on the beasts like a vengeful tidal wave. Some of the people staying on the ranch felt safe again but her mom who’d always been a practical thinker insisted on an armed scouting party which returned with bad news.
The nearby town was already under the control of some self appointed warlord and the party that had attacked them seemed to be attached to them and they were just being missed. The Scum had been difficult to fight and gain victory over and because the number of people at the ranch who could fight was just eleven people with nine children and two grandmothers.
It was decided that they would all escape using the forty-two horses Amy’s family had which wasn’t easy because of the fact all but three had no idea how to ride a horse but Amy and her mom were excellent teachers and soon had all the group old enough to learn trained as passable horseriders.
For three months they traveled and fought seeking safety for their band some of them dying and new members joining till one day they bumped into a band of scouts from a place called Sierra-Armstrong who saw their herd which had grown as other horses that had been released had joined them swelling the number to just over one-hundred and twenty-five so giving the twelve soldiers no trouble at all. The soldiers gave off mixed signals till they discovered her father was a Veterinarian and a skilled surgeon and her mother his assistant..
It was shortly after the disclosure they began telling her family about their wonderful home and the safety it offered and how they could use people like her parents and those that followed them. Her parents already shy after encountering so many violent people were hesitant but the people her parents felt so protective of begged that they go there and at least look it over; that was six years ago and the reason they stayed was because her dad had been declared an asset of value not because they liked the place.
Her Father had immediately sought to protect his daughter from the leering soldiers by taking her as his student and teaching her the Art of Veterinary Science. In this way she became a valuable resource which the military had reasons to protect from their normal methods of society and the fact that she and her mom were the only certified Horse trainers in the entire community made her a real touch me not; to Amy it was horrible and filled her with guilt when she saw girls she knew too crushed to to look people in the eyes after the tender mercies of one of the Jacs visited its self on them.
She was safe from the drunken advances because she never went to the village unescorted by her mother or father or stayed there after dark instead spending all her time at
The Nova RanchAlways having a good seat Amy became a prolific hunter of deer using her skills in the saddle and a handmade longbow finding the archaic weapon more suited to her sense of frugality. Few deer survive once spotted by her and Andy her Hunter horse.
Personality:Amy is an independent girl who tends to take on tasks without asking for help believing she needs to do things on her own or she’ll appear week and vulnerable. An expert with bow from horseback she is rightly proud of her ability to kill game at full gallop with a single shaft.
She appears to people watching from the outside to be reckless as she and Andy fly over the terrain at paces that might have once been good enough to get her a seat in international competition but she is actually preparing for the day she might need all her skills to escape some unwanted fate.
A soft hearted girl Amy is still able to cool her emotions when she needs to and do what is necessary to come to the best possible solution (She is thought of as cold blooded because of how she cuts the throat of an injured horse without a tear)
Living Arrangements: Amy lives above the Breeding barn on the Garrison Ranch that she and her family run
Possessions: (
Commonly found on her person or mount)
1 - Hunter's saddle or Western style
1 - Handmade Ash Longbow (3’8”)
1 - Hand Axe with Sheath
1 - Pair of Aviators Sunglasses
1 - Lifestraw water filter (kept in a hip pouch)
1 - Kabar Combat Knife (given when she took it from a trooper who couldn’t put down his injured horse)
1 - Small Emergency Surgical kit (kept in hip pouch)
1 - Cannabis pipe made from a piece of plumbing
1 - Leather tobacco pouch (blk)
