[hider=Kaitlyn Price][b]Appearance:[/b] 
A remarkably average girl of average build, average height, plain brown hair and doey blue eyes. The only notable aspect of her appearance is a bronze pin she uses to keep her hair up.

[b]Name:[/b]
Kaitlyn Price
[b]Age:[/b]
26
[b]Nationality:[/b]
American

[b]Misc Abilities:[/b] 
She's... Good with a pistol? She's not [i]bad [/i]with a gun, anyways. She also has experience with exotic weaponry such as a railgun, courtesy of Quingshe. 

[b]Personality:[/b]
Timid and anxious, but capable of getting things done when the need arises. She managed to motivate herself to volunteer for a war once already, and that was without having experienced much if any conflict in her ordinary civilian life. 

[b]*Likes:[/b]
Chocolate, music, video games (Think Flappy Bird and Jepack Joyride)

[b]*Dislikes:[/b]
Malice, anything bitter

[b]Fears:[/b]
Everything, lol. But in all seriousness, she fears Noble Arms, the beach, combat, and a general loss of control. 

[b]Bio:[/b]
Kaitlyn lived an average life, with passing grades, a stable household, and, once she was old enough to live on her own, she did. She never took her life in any particular direction, never achieved greatness, never made any real friends. She spent her time listening to music and scrolling social media. That is, until she joined the military.

She thought she could make a difference. That "one soldier" really was all it took. Instead, all it did was prove her a corward. Lingayen Beach was on fire, Arms Masters unleashed powers straight out of hell, a [b]second sun[/b] bloomed over the beach, boiling men alive... Huo Ren, that's the name she remembers. A name she can never forget as long as she lives.

She hears he died. [i]Good[/i]. 

She at least succeeded in one thing before fleeing back to the safety of civilian life as fast as she could: She rescued Hannie. She rescued a child soldier, even if she failed to preserve her from the horrors of war. She convinced the second lieutenant to remove her from battle... And that's all she can take pride in.

For 3 months she has tried to live a "normal" life. She goes to therapy, but the nightmares... They keep returning. The fire. The screams. The death. She understood she was signing up to go to war, but she had never imagined... 

... 

Whatever. She's back now. She's ready this time. She's done this once before. She won't run now. She won't run this time.

[b]*Current Goal:[/b]
Be useful. Do NOT be a coward. Not again.

[b]Military or Civilian Rank:[/b]
Volunteer.[/hider]