[center][color=a187be][b][h3]Hershey[/h3][/b][/color][/center] 

[color=a187be][b]Name:[/b][/color] If someone were to ask her name, she would likely just say Hershey, or some other variety of favourite thing. 

[color=a187be][b]Age:[/b][/color] Time is different for Hershey. She is aware of the days by the rise and fall of the moon and sun, but she is not familiar with dates or the specific concept of aging. Because of this her true age is unknown. By her physical attributes alone, one might be inclined to think she is a young adult – maybe late teens or early twenties - and yet despite those petite, womanly qualities, her countenance could very easily have her mistaken for someone younger. 

[color=a187be][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] At first glance, one might basically describe her as small and dirty. Yet beneath the browned and matted oily hair and the sooty grime that layers her person, Hershey is ordinarily blonde with fair, milky skin. Her eyes are emerald-green, pronounced with speckled highlights about the inner and outer iris that will, at times, illuminate in the dark. She is little under five and a half feet tall, body slim and tight, yet soft to the touch, and with perfectly balanced feminine attributes. Her facial features are of a similar impeccable value, as even her eyes - though slightly on the big side - are not disproportionate at all, but do well in adding to her inexplicable young appearance. If someone were to have a close inspection, and although they would not be able to see exactly why, they might describe Hershey as somehow surreal to look upon. 

[color=a187be][b]About Hershey:[/b][/color] Unlike the few others that exist on earth, those that through barbarism and desperation to merely survive have lost their subtlety and discretion, Hershey is limber and light, attentive and discerning, quick and yet quiet. Smart. But again, unlike the degenerates surviving and foraging and hunting in groups, she exists alone. She spends much of her days hidden in her home, deep beneath the foundation of what was once long ago a shopping complex in the city of Los Angeles, but is now no more than rubble and ash of unrecognisable origin. For just a few hours each morning she may venture from her place to sift and to scavenge for rodents or insects - acceptable food - and whatever seldom item she may by chance happen upon and add to her collection of the old world.