[centre][b][u]Name:[/u][/b]
Hannah Poise
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u]
Early 20's
[u][b]Skills:[/b][/u]
-Scavenging
-Close Quarters Combat 
-Athleticism 
-Basic Medical Experience
-Basic Survival Experience
[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u]
-Hot-Tempered
-Stubborn-at-times
-Helpful
-Cocky
-Analytical
[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u]
 [img]https://i0.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/d15e/i/2016/185/6/2/soldier_girl_by_naranb-da8pb41.jpg?w=600[/img]
*All metallic pieces of equipment are to be replaced with hard-boiled leather
*No Gasmask
*No Gun
[u][b]Equipment:[/b][/u]
-A sharpened broom handle
-A water-skin 1/2 full
-Half a loaf of stale bread
-A makeshift shiv, fashioned from a shard of glass, and bandages/leather wrapped around half
-A broken walkie talkie
[u][b]Bio:[/b][/u][/centre]
Hannah was a wanderer, and for now, she was simply wandering with a group of people until something more entertaining came along, or she found a purpose or life to live. She didn't care much for the people she was travelling with, nor did she care to learn who they were. Nevertheless, she has been fighting off the various wasteland monsters and bandits with the caravan for a few weeks now, and their supplies were getting low. She had to come to a decision soon whether to stick with the caravan or leave. She had made her presence known by staying at the front end of the caravan, walking most distances without complaints, no matter how the sweltering heat or ever burning blisters injured her physically and mentally.