[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][right][h3][color=dc143c][i][b]Thalia Angelica Carmichael[/b][/i][/color][/h3][sup]"I wouldn't get my hopes up, Gramps. Between now and mealtime, lots can fuck up. Lots."[sup] 
- to Mugsy, before the attack on Eden [/sup][/sup][/right]
[b][color=crimson]⚘ Looking Inside[/color][/b]
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	Thalia is a young woman who shows steady support to those she chooses to let close to her, or those to whom she pledges herself. She is dedicated to family and those who prove themselves worthy of her trust. It is not blind compliance, but she is loyal and will do what is needed of her. When pursuing an end, or just going for a walk, Thalia always looks for the best situation or plan of action. She needs to know where the exits are, what contingencies are available, and who to attack first in a scenario; generally aiming at an end beyond immediate action while keeping an eye on her surroundings. In most things, Thalia prizes her capacity to think and act with an assured sense of self-reliance. Her independent nature tends to keep her more comfortable operating alone or within a small group, though she recognizes the value of community. Thalia merely prefers to keep toward the fringe where possible. 

	Authority for its own sake makes little sense to her. Thalia will follow orders, but from people that she respects or had pledged to. Even then it is usually taken as a hard guideline, changeable as the situation changes. The same applies to the reciprocal of this; Thalia is not always comfortable taking on positions of final authority. Specific circumstances would have to be present for her to volunteer for leadership roles. She has no desire for power over others, preferring to contribute to a group as an individual pulling her weight, working within her skill set. Along a similar line, she is eager to learn whatever will make her stronger and more adaptable from people who might teach her. Sustained survivability is top priority.

	Concerning new situations, or any to which she has reservations, Thalia can be overly cautious. Her tendency toward tactic has her observant, reserved and unrevealing, often reluctant to open up or speak more than is absolutely necessary. Even at her best, Thalia appears restrained, holding something potentially dangerous back; the human equivalent of a predator pacing back and forth inside of a cage. Thalia shows signs of becoming at least partly [i]feral[/i]. When committing to speech or socialization, Thalia is straightforward to a fault, rarely softening conversational blows and often without internal mediation. She is direct, making no attempt to disguise unpleasantness. When committing to action, Thalia does so at a punishing pace, pushing herself to break limits. And when in conflict, she is savage and remorseless, trying to end things as efficiently as her means allow. Thalia is coldly barbaric in the application of violence.

	A decent person, if very rough around the edges. She has a profound sense of family honor and its darker aspects. She also loves to eat, and has a lack of formal manners in that regard. Oddly enough, she is one of those blessed types with a freaky ideal metabolism. She can keep shoveling it in, the calories only serving to maintain her form without causing noticeable gain. Another interesting thing of note - Thalia has shown signs of budding pyromania. It remains to be seen whether it is an interest or an obsession, but so far she has not been foolish about it. The girl just likes fire.   

[color=crimson][b]⚘ A Brief History[/b][/color]
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[color=crimson][b]Growing Up:[/b][/color] Born in San Francisco to a single mother, Thalia Carmichael had no knowledge of her biological father until the age of ten. Her mother, a Miss Angelica Carmichael (maternal family name), left the father the day she discovered that she was pregnant. The history of the Gonzalez family was soaked in blood, and she had been planning to make a discreet exit from them anyway. Angelica wanted a safe, normal life for her daughter. As soon as little Thalia was old enough to travel, they moved to the elder Miss Carmichael’s home city of Boston, MA. 

	Unbeknownst to all, Benicio Gonzalez (biological father, independent contractor, and firearms enthusiast) had taken a semi-retired lifestyle and joined the Priesthood. In his younger years, Benicio entered and graduated from a prominent Seminary school; circumstances led to his more combative lifestyle before taking his Vows. Addressed as Father Benicio Gonzalez, he still performed the occasional service related to his former life.

	A car accident in Boston deprived Thalia of her mother. In her will, she revealed the identity of her biological father, Benicio Gonzalez, briefly explained their history and why she was kept from them. When he was notified of this, there was an understandable element of surprise involved. DNA tests confirmed their relation, and Thalia was released into his care. It was a little unusual, a priest with a daughter, but they got the permission of the Church and the State found no legal reason to keep them separated. Benicio took to calling her Angel, a pet name he used for her mother. 

	From the age of ten, Thalia (Angel) was raised as a Gonzalez, with all of the good and bad that came with the privilege. She idolized her older Prima, Alicia, wanting to be like her in many ways. This is probably why she took to the family business and college with as much gusto as she did. Her area of expertise differed, but there was a significant amount of overlap in their skill sets. 

[color=crimson][b]Adulting:[/b][/color] College and the beginning of a legitimate career working for her Tío & Prima as a Security Specialist (with opportunities for trouble every now and again) was her life plan, and it wasn’t bad. Over years of training with her family, she was even able to distill and quantify the unarmed fighting technique utilized by the elder Gonzalez brothers and their predecessors, breaking it down into a teachable discipline. Angel entered several local and regional boxing matches of questionable legality as they came up, honing her techniques until the competitors refused to step into a ring with her anymore unless the “Marquess of Queensberry Rules” were applied. 
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[color=crimson][b]Your First Walker Encounter:[/b][/color] A late evening at work turned into an early morning. Angel remembered waking up on a couch in her office just before the sun illuminated the Boston skyline. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and decided that then was as good as time as any for breakfast. 

     	There was a bakery she liked a handful of blocks away from the office, so she took a quick jog up the mostly deserted street, the smell of fresh bread and pastry calling her onward. Before she made it to her breakfast spot, Angel noticed a trio of people stumbling up an intersecting avenue, strangely wearing stained hospital gowns and seemingly unaware of their surroundings, very likely coming from the nearby Medical Center.

     	She saw them try to attack a stray dog, and when a morning shift garbage collector stopped to see if they needed help, they clawed and bit him savagely. The man escaped the attack and got back on his vehicle. The last she saw of them, the Sanitation workers were driving in the direction of the hospital, and the three attackers were shambling after the garbage truck. 

	In hindsight, that was her first Walker encounter. The experience wasn't a total loss, though: Angel was able to pick up a box of creme doughnuts and a loaf of cranberry almond bread. 

[color=crimson][b]Those First Years:[/b][/color] Miss Carmichael was assigned to her old stomping grounds in Boston as the site’s Electronics Engineer and Close Combat Trainer when the Outbreak began. As the situation became royally screwed with zero clear endgame in sight, Angel decided to book it back for the central office in Chattanooga, TN, hopefully to meet up with her family and figure out what to do from there. The problem then became sneaking out of a major metropolitan area that the military could not hold onto with full resources and manpower. In the beginning, it took much longer than expected. Building by building, block by block, ever southward until she escaped the city proper.   

	When she finally reached Chattanooga, there was evidence of continued Post-Outbreak survival of some of her uncle’s people at the Home Office, though she could not tell how long before they had vacated. She did note that some of their signature working gear (personal machetes, leather vest, knives, motorcycles, etc.) were missing, but the place was not ransacked. Her satellite phone had died some time before, or she would have tried one of he few communication systems left to the world. Keeping hope alive, Thalia re-equipped with what she could find, and set out for Metro Atlanta. For various reasons, it seemed the most logical place they might try next, if they chose to brave the hordes diffusing from the higher population area. They might make a push to Texas or Mexico from there, meeting back up with whatever family might survive. It was worth a shot. 

	Some hard times later, a starving and desperate young lady was picked up by a group of medieval and Viking reenactors on horseback, wearing old-world armor. It was a little freaky at first for the urban and pragmatic Angel, but she stayed with them for some time in their little Castle Town in Fairburn, recovering and growing stronger. She learned many useful survival skills from the Northumbrian community, teaching some of her own in trade and helping them out with runs and defense. It was really a fine time for Angel; she dedicated herself to learning as much as she could as completely as possible, training almost constantly. It was like a bad Kung-Fu movie from the 1970's, where the protagonist walls up in a Shaolin Monastery for great lengths of time and emerges a better, stronger, and wiser person. But with Vikings. And Jousters. And grizzled, medieval(ish) survivalists. She made an interesting Half-Latina Shieldmaiden.

	Then disease hit Fairburn hard. Angel made the decision to leave when it got really bad, as many did. She spent some time traveling by herself, mostly just surviving on her own and plotting her next move. The Gonzalez clan was large and reaching, but the center of their existence was in Monterrey, Mexico. She would try there next. It would be a hell of a journey. 

	More recently, the errant Miss Carmichael stumbled across the mother lode: an mostly intact electronics supply store. Inside, she found the tools and parts necessary to repair her satellite phone. Soon after, she was able get a solid charge into a couple of compatible batteries by rigging a charger and hot-wiring a car as a power source. It was unsuitable for transportation, but it made a passable makeshift generator. With food starting to run low (but a full battery charge), Thalia is attempting to reach out to anyone in her contacts list that might still have a working company phone. It is a long shot, to be certain. But worth it, and a more productive use of battery power than rocking a few levels of [i]Tetris 2006[/i]. [/hider]
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[color=crimson][b]Newnan:[/b][/color] Angel had been holing up in a tank for the last part of the winter. Yes, a TANK. When you see a massive piece of custom motorized armor coming up the road at you in the middle of a cover-less clearing on level ground, you can either give the gunner a moving target or you can hold fast and find out what the hell is going on. As it was alone and headed in her direction, she took a risk and stuck out her thumb. 

	When the weather had begun to break, the time had come to set back out into the world. She had braced herself for the extremely high probability that her immediate family is dead, but felt obligated to find out. A chance meeting with a recent expatriate of Newnan, James Grady, and his small group answered the question as to the status of her friends and family; indeed dead after all her time searching. Another chance encounter with the Zed version of Astrid gave the Valkyrie final peace, and netted Thalia a familiar shield that was crafted by her good friend Bridgette (also dead). 

[color=crimson][b]Eden:[/b][/color] The opportunity to destroy the people most responsible for the deaths of her people was made available, and so Thalia took part in a two-pronged attack that ultimately brought their enemies down. She lost her best friend in the attack, made other friends, and pledged her assistance to Thana until she got to Mexico Beach, Florida and reunited with her guy friend Ash, with whom she also has business. Namely, the details on Alicia, Caesar, Astrid, and Bridgette's passing. It has been a year now, but they're still kicking.

[color=crimson][b]Searching:[/b][/color] The goal was to help Thana get to where she was going, find who she was looking for. They were doing pretty good, too, until that incident with Mugsy and the bear trap. Then getting herself bit. Don't let anyone tell you that when someone saws a limb off that shock sets in and it doesn't hurt as much. It does. A lot. The only relief came from passing out when the jury-rigged power saw hit bone. She survived, and learned how to improvise a passable prosthetic. With a pointy end. Sadly, Thana never made it back from a supply run immediately after the amputation. They waited as long as they could, but eventually had to resume their trek to Mexico Beach.

[color=crimson][b]Camp Mexico Beach:[/b][/color] The Camp was not what Thalia was expecting. Military(ish) run, by Thana's family no less, with much of the trappings of civilization. She did not like the relatively larger grouping of people. She did not like the air conditioning. She did not like the constant scrutiny of their guards. Nor did she like the feeling of being trapped indoors. She liked the food, though. First day in with seafood, and a plate mounded with mashed potatoes acting as a deep bowl for clam chowder. Thalia was a Boston girl. he could handle chowder. Being reunited with Thana was an unexpected but very positive experience, though she was basically glued to Ash, preventing any meaningful conversations from taking place. Then she lost Beatrice; not to the elements or Zeds, but because she was unwilling to give Mexico Beach a chance. They shared a night with each other. It didn't hit her until later. This was what it felt like to be abandoned. 

	Camp Mexico Beach gave her a new, shiny prosthetic. And probably the main thing that kept her around: her brother Joaquin had taken up residence here. Moreover, she might get military training here. Thalia was already learning ballet from Tatiana, who she suspected was quietly a badass all along, and made friends (sort of) with the crazy guy Wayne. The beach party was also a nice touch, even if she couldn't appreciate it as much as everyone else, but she was obviously trying. Thalia made up her mind to say here and get stronger. The next day, she was assigned to clear out a basement in their Admin building (instead of soldiering or training, she noted), which she later found out was going to be used as a Communications room, now that they had people with her and Alexander's training in electronics. 
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[color=crimson][b]⚘ Relations[/b][/color]
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[hider=Major][right][sub][h3][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]"It's so good to see you, Navy. You look like shit." 
[sup]- through joyous tears, after finding her alive at CMB[/sup][/sup][/right]	
	Taking point and killing Adamm together was a hell of a bonding experience. Thana and Thalia seem to have an understanding, and have become good friends over the difficult months. It is not without tension from time to time as Thalia has a predisposition toward independent action, and has also made her intent to eventually part ways and see to her own quest well known. Thana has left an impression on her, however, and she can trust that Thalia will have her back. After the Eden situation was handled, Thalia promised to help her get her back to Mexico Beach, hopefully to find family and her Army Captain boyfriend before setting back on her original mission. When Thana went missing and was presumed dead, Thalia still held out slight hope that she might get her friend back. This was ultimately realized when she appeared back in Mexico Beach, though with scars and injuries that spoke of a massive ordeal. Her joy at seeing that Thana was alive was accented by heavy but well intended snark. Seeing that she and her boyfriend have finally reconnected, Thalia is backing off some, with the understanding that it's [i]space[/i] and not [i]abandonment[/i]. Thalia will still be there for her if need dictates. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
"Us cripples gotta stick together, right?" 
[sup]- Thalia, reassuring Alexander that she wasn't going anywhere.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	These two didn't start off as friends. Thalia distrusted Alexander the moment she laid eyes on him, which pretty much sums up how she views everybody she just happens to meet out in the world at large. She sent him on a stupid errand to fetch coffee mugs from an abandoned house in exchange for a packet of MRE powdered cocoa mix, and derisively referred to him as "Mugs" or "Mugsy" afterward. Sometimes "Gramps". But he proved himself in a pitched battle later on, and remained a steadfast survival companion following, prompting an eventual change of heart. Seventeen or so months later, during which she lost an arm and he lost a leg, they're still looking out for each other. Alex and Thalia are on good terms, and it doesn't look to change soon. Even after time spent behind the relative safety of CMB's walls.  

[right][sub][h3][b][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
"If we're going to do this, then [i]fucking do it[/i]! I don't gaht all day!" 
[sup]- Thalia, before Manny cut her hand off at the forearm with a juryrigged power saw[/sup][/sup][/right]
	Manny was pulled out of a very bad place in Eden, a cult compound in Peachtree City. He was rescued by others in her newly formed group while Thalia herself was on a roll, shooting and stabbing as many people as she possibly could. The two of them didn't talk much, and like everyone else, there wasn't a whole lot of trust until he proved himself. In his case, it took a little longer than most. Emanuel has been a solid and responsible member of their group, and she will admit that. There are mixed feelings over the fact that he cut her arm off, however. Yes, it saved her life. Still, he cut her arm off, and she wasn't crazy about the guy to begin with. All the same, she can trust him, and has, for quite some time in "Apocalypse Years". To Thalia, that counts a lot more than pleasantries. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Korvo[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
"That's some next-level shit... Can you teach me? Ballet, I mean." 
[sup]- finding out she had a child in the wilderness, and wanting to train with her, CMB Quarantine[/sup][/sup][/right]
	Thalia's experience with Tatiana started with introduction, short discussions, and training with ballet in the CMB Quarantine. Full, oft exhaustive training in dance, to fill out her physicality since losing her hand. Thalia knows that she conceals strength behind her meeker persona. The two of them have gotten closer, owing to what appears to some as complementary shades of darkness but in reality is a sort of mutual respect. Neither are particularly ardent conversationalists, however. 

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[right][sub][h3][b][color=4682b4]Ashton Holloway[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
"Pareces el tipo de chico que mi prima hubiera follado por deporte." 
[sup]- becoming impatient with Ash.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	Thalia isn't sure just yet whether she likes or hates Ash. A male analog to Thana in many ways, though his previous involvement with her cousin complicates her feelings about the man (this fact realized from a detail dropped, p.113). Hearing what he went through to get back with Thana has earned him Thalia's grudging respect. Maybe time and association will clarify her better intentions where he is concerned, if she ever spent any time or association thereabouts. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=#B8860B]Nigel Cooper[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
"Yah, okay... Pool cues? Or yah want to fistfight in the pouring rain?"
[sup]- Following Nigel's first offer to spar, or "duel", as he put it.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	There hadn't really been much in the way of meaningful interaction between these two, up until the topic of sparring became an issue. And by "issue", Thalia might be more accurate in saying "stress relief". It felt good to hit someone without worrying about what came after, and it did her heart good to see that the time spent in repose hadn't dulled her ability to take a hit from a larger opponent, either. They remain regular sparring partners, not engaging in much conversation before cordially pummeling one another senseless. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=f7941d]Lisa Mason[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
 "Well, don't I feel like the prettiest girl at the Hahvest Moon Ball?"
[sup]- First words to her and others around the bar at the beach party.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	 Thalia has attempted conversation with Lisa twice. The first time was at the party, where it could be taken from context that she was rebuffed. No big, Thalia was new and kind of edgy. These things happen. The second time was in the Mess Hall after the Hunter trial. It started out okay but quickly went to Lisa making aggressive bedroom eyes at Guy, also at the table, prompting Thalia to make a highly transparent excuse to leave. The point was cemented that she did not mix with the "normals". Though it might have just been a result of timing or misunderstanding, she is convinced that Lisa hates her, and thusly remains standoffish. Even abrupt. How abrupt remains to be seen.  

[right][sub][h3][b][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
 "Wait, who?"
[sup]- owing to a lack of interaction of any kind.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	 It's difficult to get a feel for someone secondhand. Not that Thalia made any grand attempts to introduce herself to Amelia as she always seemed busy, joined at the hip with Riley (if that was her name; there wasn't any interaction there, either). Thalia is aware of Amelia's name and that's about it. Maybe they'll have meaningful interaction as events progress. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=f26522]Nikola Warren[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
 "Naht the tiara type, girly girl,"
[sup]- after Nikki suggested Thalia needed one, then disappeared into the crowd.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	 Interaction between Nikki and Thalia is minimal, but not nonexistent. Most of Thalia's opinion of her is formed from observations made at the beach party and her relationship with Thana. To Thalia's opinion, she seems okay enough. Trouble, but okay. 

[right][sub][h3][b][color=00a651]Hunter Monroe[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]
 "Bit. A Zed took a piece of my arm. Those two cut it off with a jury-rigged power saw a while north of here."
[sup]- when Hunter asked her about "the arm".[/sup][/sup][/right]
	 Thalia's opinion of Hunter isn't exactly warm. The similarities of their experiences following the Outbreak couldn't be denied. Their choices as to how they handled those experiences was a different story. Though a little antisocial, Thalia understands the value of community. Even friends and allies. The phrase "there but for the grace of God go I" might have crossed her thoughts, almost as many times as the concept that one well-placed knife could end the uncertainty of his presence. Thalia hopes the man can turn things around, if only because of the ways in which they are alike. 


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Hazel [color=crimson][b]↕[/b][/color] Black [color=crimson][b]↕[/b][/color] Pale Tan
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[color=crimson][b]Psychology[/b][/color]
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[b][color=39b54a]Positive Traits:[/color][/b][list][*] Loyal
[*] Tactical
[*] Independent[/list][color=c0392b][b]Negative Traits:[/b][/color][list][*] Guarded
[*] Direct
[*] Brutal[/list][color=2F4F4F][b]Fear:[/b][/color][list][*] Satanic Leaf-Tailed Geckos [/list]
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[color=crimson][b]Abilities[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=crimson]Strength:[/color] 20
[*] [color=crimson]Dexterity:[/color] 22
[*] [color=crimson]Fitness:[/color] 27
[*] [color=crimson]Intellect:[/color] 20
[*] [color=crimson]Will Power:[/color] 15
[*] [color=crimson]Perception:[/color] 31
[*] [color=crimson]Attractiveness:[/color] 19
[*] [color=crimson]Luck:[/color] 25
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[color=crimson][b]Languages[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=crimson]English (Native):[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Spanish:[/color] 30[/list]
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[color=crimson][b]Skills[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=crimson]Knife:[/color] 61
[*] [color=crimson]Pistol:[/color] 61
[*] [color=crimson]Shield:[/color] 38
[*] [color=crimson]Spear:[/color] 31
[*] [color=crimson]Hard Martial Arts:[/color] 79
[*] [color=crimson]Foraging:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Horsemanship:[/color] 22
[*] [color=crimson]Survival:[/color] 50
[*] [color=crimson]Computer Operations (20th Century):[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Computer Programming:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]CPR:[/color] 21
[*] [color=crimson]Electronics:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]First Aid:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Law:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Redneck Engineering:[/color] 22
[*] [color=crimson]Scavenging:[/color] 31
[*] [color=crimson]Security Systems:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Stamina (Physical):[/color] 50
[*] [color=crimson]Stealth:[/color] 80
[*] [color=crimson]Surveillance:[/color] 30
[*] [color=crimson]Dancing (Ballet):[/color] 22
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[color=crimson][b]Profession[/b][/color]
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[list][*] Security Specialist: MSS Boston (Pre)
[*] Security Specialist: MSS Boston (Outbreak)
[*] Shieldmaiden: Fairburn - Castle Town (Post)
[*] Bushcraft Survivalist: Wilderness (Post)
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[color=crimson][b]Family[/b][/color]
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[list][*] Benicio Gonzalez - Father (Unknown)
[*] Angelica Carmichael - Mother (Deceased)
[*] Joaquin Gonzalez - Half Brother (Alive)
[*] Alicia Gonzalez - Cousin (Deceased)
[*] Caesar Gonzalez - Uncle (Deceased)
[*] Maria Santiago - Aunt (Unknown)
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[color=crimson][b]Character Trivia[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=crimson]Sexuality:[/color] Fluid
[*] [color=crimson]Likes:[/color][list][*] Training
[*] Fire
[*] Alone time
[*] Food
[*] Sharp Things
[*] Sparring
[*] Tinkering
[*] Bushcraft
[*] Horses 
[*] Anime
[*] "My Little Pony" [/list]
[*] [color=crimson]Dislikes:[/color][list][*] Condescension 
[*] Unnecessary Cruelty 
[*] Loud Noises 
[*] Boredom 
[*] Lazy Folk 
[*] Large Crowds[/list]
[*] [color=crimson]Scars:[/color] [list][*] Slashes on lower back and right side
[*] Bullet, below left collarbone
[*] Bullet graze, left side
[*] Deep bullet graze, left thigh 
[*] Irregular slash mark, left cheekbone[/list] 
[*] [color=dc143c]Disfigurements:[/color] [list][*] Transradial Amputation, right ([url=https://i.ibb.co/jLKzG6Z/Prosthetic.jpg]Prosthetic[/url]) [/list]
[*] [color=crimson]Piercings:[/color] Ears - wears studs
[*] [color=crimson]Tattoos:[/color] [list][*] [url=https://i.ibb.co/mSWWhTR/Dahlia-Tat-Qt-M.jpg]Black Dahlia "cutie mark"[/url], upper hips [*] [url=https://i.ibb.co/fF53MPJ/Fallen-Angel-Tat.jpg]Angelic Wings - removed[/url], upper back [*] [url=https://i.ibb.co/JR010gp/Feather-Tat.jpg]Feather, small[/url], as if dropping from the previous tattoo, right middle back [/list]
[*] [color=crimson]Blood Type:[/color] O+
[*] [color=crimson]Religion:[/color] Catholic (with cultural accents)
[*] [color=crimson]Birthday:[/color] March 21
[*] [color=crimson]Face Claim:[/color] Jacqueline Toboni
[*] [color=crimson]Nickname:[/color] Angel
[*] [color=dc143c]Theme Music:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Npw5b7vupv0]Descending Angel - Misfits[/url] 
[*] [color=crimson]Items Of Note:[/color] [list]
[*] Yellow Rubber Duck, squeaky, good condition 
[*] Picture of Joaquin, Thalia, and their father leaning against an old El Camino outside of their uncle's place in Mexico. [*] [/list]
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[u]Fun Facts[/u]:

	Has been learning ballet to supplement her melee and stealth abilities.

	Refers to zombies as [color=dc143c]"Zeds"[/color].

	Sometimes rants to her rubber duckie. 

	Preferred monosyllabic grunt: [color=dc143c]"Nnn."[/color]

	Thalia lost her arm on April Fools' Day.
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