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[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Faceclaim: Emilia Jones // Color Code: #ED1C24[/b][/color][/sub]
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[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Full Name:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Suzanna Mae Poots[/indent]
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Nickname(s):[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Suzie/Suz
[indent][sup]*prefers to go by Suzie or Suz, dislikes being called Suzanna[/sup][/indent]
Poots[indent][sup]*her last name, usually used by idiots who think she'd be offended by it[/sup][/indent][/indent] 
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Age:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]24 | August 9th | Leo[/indent] 
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Gender:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Female[/indent] 
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]"Fuck off."
[indent][sup]*no particular preference; falls under the bi/pan umbrella[/sup][/indent][/indent]
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Occupation:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Unemployed
[indent][sup]*burning through what's left of her grandfather's savings, aided by poaching[/sup][/indent][/indent]
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Place of Residence:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]#7 Shady Pines Drive[/indent] 
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Family and Close Connections:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Jenson Poots | Grandfather | Deceased
Tilly Poots | Mother | Deceased
David Poots | Father | Deceased
Jacob Poots | Brother | MIA
Tucker Poots | Brother | MIA[/indent] 
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[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][/sub]
[list][*][color=ED1C24]Height:[/color] 5'4''
[*][color=ED1C24]Hair:[/color] Long, brown hair typically tied in a ponytail or the like
[*][color=ED1C24]Eyes:[/color] Deep, dark brown
[*][color=ED1C24]Body Type:[/color] Endomorph
[*][color=ED1C24]Clothing Style:[/color] Boyish clothing, worn hoodies, roughened jeans, dirty boots, a fraying hat, etc.
[*][color=ED1C24]Body Markings:[/color] N/A
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[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Personality:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Suzanna's grandfather had ingrained into her that survival often triumphs right and wrong. His anti-authorism beliefs have led Suzanna to believe authority is out for the common man, rather than exist to be there for them. In turn, Suzanna has become emotionally guarded and apprehensive to anyone who "steps out of turn", such as the realty agents prowling the land she came from. It wouldn't be wrong to say that she comes off stubborn, refusing to let herself be walked over.

That being said, Suzanna is someone who will break her own back for herself or her neighbors. Vulture kettles move in packs; being by yourself is bound to get you picked apart. She may have a rough exterior, but she won't let someone flounder. Only by standing together shoulder to shoulder in support of each other, Suzanna believes, can they survive against the vultures of the world. There's a reason why animals move in herds—those with power become powerless against unity.[/indent]
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]History:[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Suzanna was an unexpected accident. 

Her parents hadn't planned for more kids. Her brothers had been well of age in the middle of their high school careers. Having another kid was entirely out of the question. And yet, she had been the surprise; the gift that kept giving.

The first couple years of her childhood were par for the course. Her parents did what they could to support Suzanna, although most of her belongings had been hand-me-downs that they had kept over the years. She liked being quite the nuisance to her much older brothers, and often deliberately antagonized them when she got the chance. She was supposed to have an average childhood, even if they hadn't had much to their name.

Supposed to.

It happened shortly after her 6th birthday. Her parents had rolled their car off a cliff. The sheriff ruled it an accident; others swore murder. But for Suzanna, her life had drastically flipped upside down. Her parents were gone. Her brothers nowhere to be found or in no position to take in their sister. And so, Suzanna was given to the next person in line—her grandfather, a man she had hardly knew.

Her grandfather was a man of few words. Raising another kid hadn't been ideal for a man well into his years, but he wasn't going to let his only granddaughter be raised by someone else. By taking her in, he taught her what he knew. Hunting. Fishing. The way of the land and how to survive off it. He was by no means a prepper, but he saw teaching Suzanna how to be self-sufficient as some of the greatest knowledge he could pass on. If the government could not take care of its own people, he strongly believed, then it was up to the people to take care of themselves.

Still, even in the care of her grandfather, the world hadn't been finished taking things from Suzanna.

As Suzanna neared her twenties, old age finally came for her grandfather. His passing had been quick, and the funeral even quicker. She had found herself alone again, and this time with sudden bills breathing down her neck. Everyone wanted a piece of the pie. Old "friends" of the family. Debt collectors. Swanson's bullshit. If someone wanted money, they were there.

Faced with this newfound reality, Suzanna was forced to tighten her assets, however few they were. Useless junk was sold off, and side jobs were picked up. And yet, despite her attempts, it hadn't been enough. Keeping a roof over her head and food on the table turned into a challenge that she was destined to lose.

But then it clicked. Suzanna had the answer to her woes all along. The world had taken so much from her. She was going to claw it back, one extra fish and rabbit at a time—laws be damned.[/indent] 
[sub][color=ED1C24][b]Extra Facts // Headcanons:[/b][/color][/sub]
[list][*]Suzanna views the expansion and redevelopment of Pines Holler largely negative. They claim prosperity and revival. In her eyes, it's nothing but devastation and ruin. Her home is where she'll die. [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/0Gs2jxBvnM0dyqwLvRpFbM]Let them come and take it.[/url]
[*]Some of Suzanna's belongings were inherited from her grandfather. These include his rusty box/square body-style truck, a frayed hat, a motley assortment of antique guns, and a good chunk of fishing gear.
[*]Unlike most, Suzanna could give up her grandfather's trailer and live off in the woods. However, home is home; it keeps calling her back regardless if she likes it or not.
[*]If you need a good recipe for a fish fry or vermin stew, just give Suzanna a call. She probably could cook up some "good fixin's" that you wouldn't find anywhere else.
[*]Black coffee is the only coffee, even if it tastes like shit or has piss-poor flavor. Suzanna doesn't need anything fancy; the good ol' basic stuff will heat and wake you up just fine.
[*]More fun trivia to be added as I think of things.[/list][/hider]