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[b]A P P E A R A N C E[/b][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img]

Amy stands at about five foot nine and weighing in at 150LBs, she has dark black hair and blue eyes. She appears to be of average build and is usually seen adorning various sweaters depending on the weather. She usually sticks to a burgundy University of California sweater. Accompanied by whatever she is wearing is a pair of black American BDUs and black combat boots. She dons a pair of square frame glasses, whether they are prescription or aesthetic is unknown. She is usually geared up in whatever she's issued for the day or patrol, her skin is fair in tone.

[b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img]

Perhaps bubbly at times but for the most time serious, mature and dedicated to those and Last Hope itself. She is fond of jokes, however corny they may be and conversation to an extent but rarely does she break her serious demeanor. There have been instances where Amy has physically started fights with others over something that may have been small, besides these hiccups she appears loyal to the municipal leadership - which is all she knows.

  
[b]H I S T O R Y[/b][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img]

Born in the bustling coastal city of Seattle, Amy was born to an affluent family of businessmen and woman. Her parents both worked in the real estate game, high stakes and high payouts. Unfortunately what little time she did have with her parents was spent in the middle of a messy divorce. Domestics every other day, the police were in and out of the house all the time breaking up the drunken stupors her father would fall into. The beaten face of her mother was a sight Amy had trouble getting out of her mind, near the end of society Amy was seeing a shrink and the family saw a marriage counselor - to no avail.

It would be her father who would be her savior, driving to on the way to Portland when the outbreak hit the mainland. Leaving his wife for dead, Michael Walker would do his last best act as a father to Amy. Try to get her to safety - while admirable as it was the car was stopped by the California National Guard. Amy has pulled aside and carroled with other children as shots rang out to the kneeling, restrained real estate agent. That was the last time Amy ever saw her father, as she soon found herself at a new home. Portland, with the group known as the Portland Pirates - a mix of army, criminals and other filth. Living in poor conditions and under an authocratic regime, down the line Amy would find herself up against Last Hope. 

In the Battle of the Locks.

Referred to survivors of the battle as the Massacre at Last Hope, Amy found herself alive at the end of it. Conscripted with other children, she found herself at the frontline of the battle. Last Hope guardsmen, still retaining their humanity spared the children and teenagers of the battle while dispatching the adult combatants who drove the minors forward. Imprisoned for questioning, Amy was later deemed not a threat by the Last Hope Regime. At first, she was opposed to the township, as she had known Portland for what little time she had after the outbreak. However, over time she grew to living, co-existing and showing her loyalty to the township that let her in and spared her an early death.

As she grew older she found herself drawn towards mechanical equipment and electronics, she'd apprenticeship as a technician and eventually become a full-fledged techie. She now accompanies patrols to provide combative assistance and to help field and solve complicated mechanical or technical problems that may arise from gear, weapons or the environment.

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[b]S K I L L S[/b][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img]

Technical Knowledge and Application - after spending years tinkering, reading and applying what she has learned. She has a great extensive knowledge of electrical and mechanical systems and operations.

Disciplined - Drilling, conditioning, and training have molded Amy to be a physically fit and disciplined soldier. 

Land Navigation - Reading maps, using a compass finding the way? Check.




[h3][b][color=f7941d]Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus[/color][/b][/h3]
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On the positive side, the Knight of Pentacles is like a bulldog. Once he bites down, you can be sure he won't let go. He's dogged in pursuit of his goals. A hard-worker, he has tremendous stamina and dedication. Every job is always completed down to the last detail. He's careful and prudent, never wasteful. He knows the facts and is immune to false promises. On the negative side, this Knight is a bit stodgy and dull. He's not known for his playful sense of humor. Work always comes first. He tends to be inflexible and obsessive about little details. Stubborn to a fault, he refuses to give in even when wrong, something he'll never admit. He doesn't like change or risk and will always take the gloomiest view.

Born free under an open sky, away from the space ports and vast cities, Siobhán has contained within her a particular nature of character. She bears a strong disdain against roguery, and law that protects such action; though she understands that strength can be measured in a thousand ways. She is blunt, though perhaps quiet and reserved in counsel, speaking most around trusted companions. She is accustomed to a world where written lines do not stay blades. When applicable, she adheres to codes of honor and philosophy over the written dogmas of kings and nobles, moving ever on-wards with a somber resolution. To survive in the world as she may, refusing to back down to any force. It is her hope that wherever she may walk, that she may find a tale to be sung, and have her own place in it. If not for the thought of ever-lasting glory, it is some sense of righteousness and goodness that still exists inside a scarred chest.

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