Sup Ireland

shit this is quick, I'll make a better when I'm not so bloody busy.

NAME: Erin Nomor 67

AGE: 18 and a half

SEX: female

GANG: Still Tombs or "Guy's never ending sexual frustration"

RANK: Medic, like as if you can't tell with all the fucking symbols

NATIONALITY: Irish/Japanese

WEAPON(s): A pistol, shotgun and an axe.

PERSONALITY: She's a sweety, and a bit too optimistic. She is overly fond of having lots of ammo, medical supplies and food. She's practically a scavenger. Never see her without enough to fuel a large village.
She however, can't express emotions nor read people's faces. She can tell by your voice, but she often stares to figure it out. She's bloody clueless though.

HOMETOWN: a lab in Dublin.

HISTORY: Erin is a test tube baby. She has no real parents, no real family or hometown i suppose. She was raised verbally, with no contact or sight of another human being. She had two caretakers, both irish. One male and one female.
When the global warming struck, it all fell apart. Erin made it out fine, taking routes out that she'd never told anyone about. Sneaky bitch had been finding flaws for years.
She eventually came across a body, motorbike and the clothes she now wears. She looted it all, and found a note.
The note merely said to find the dead bodie's son, and take care of him. As such, Erin has followed the boy's trail to the city, and is currently looking for him.
She chose to gang up, because it would make her life easier.

Extra's: She became a medic as the clothes belonged to a medic.
She rides a motorbike, and won't stop for anyone unless they are of course injured.
Her helmet is modified, so it is also a gas mask 8D