[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] New York City (1943)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith appreciated the small gesture, because it was small enough that it didn’t matter to the circus folk or to Siduri, but Faith had never known privacy much in her time during the apocalypse. Bathing wasn’t generally done. So this was a treat. And she had a nice dress on. Though she questioned the Mary Poppins bag. [color=F49AC2]”Doesn’t really match, but what it lacks in fashion it makes up for in ass kicking, and that I am on board with.”[/color]

Faith remembered the word Kindred from her last foray into New York. She didn’t know much about it, apart from the things she saw. She lived in a world of zombies, so it took a lot to freak her out, but she knew what she saw was concerning. So monsters was probably the right word to describe them. She followed Siduri, gripping the bag that was handed to her. She was eager to get started, but knew she had to reign it in. Let the woman who was helping her have the lead. She knew more than her and if her last trip to New York was any indication, she should not jump to conclusions.

[color=F49AC2]”Beheading. I can do that. Did a lot of that back in my former time. Was kill or be eaten there. But those zombies didn’t have the capacity of thought. Just hunger. The things here are smarter, probably more dangerous. But then again, so am I now.”[/color]