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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Hair: Brown<br/>
Eyes: Blue<br/>
Complexion: Fair<br/>
Body Type: Athletic<br/>
Height: 5’3”<br/>
Weight: 100<br/>
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Inventory:<br/>
1. Kukri<br/>
2. Box of Band-Aids (12 Band-Aids)<br/>
3. backpack<br/>
4. 6x rations<br/>
5. 4x bottles of water<br/>
6. Bow and arrows (18 arrows remaining)<br/>
7. 9mm hang gun 5 rounds<br/>
8. 3x lighters<br/>
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Cooking: Tamara cooked for a living. It’s something she enjoys a great deal and is extremely good at. Her specialty is pancakes.<br/>
Sword Fighting: Years of going to different events Tams learned to use a sword, and quite well.<br/>
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Archery: When she was learning to use her sword she also learned how to use a bow. Painting: Not all that helpful but Tamara can paint one inch miniatures with extreme attention to detail!<br/>
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Metal Working: Believe it or not, Tams helped make her own sword with her best friend Matt. She knows how to make chain mail, chains, and just about anything really, as long as metal is involved she can figure it out. <br/>
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Fletching: Believe It or not, Tams also helped make her own arrows. She has been making them on her own now for some time.<br/>
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</div><br/>"Here bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny." Tamara mouthed more than a made actual noise. She had her bow in her hands, pulling back as she watched the skinny fluffy creature hopping along the ground picking up one of the almost rotten apples she had tossed on the ground to use as bait, for just about any creature that dared to land there. Rabbits and ground animals were becoming harder to find, harder to actually shoot with the dead walking about for almost a year now. She aimed carefully, and released the arrow, striking the small creature that let out a little yelp of surprise, and pain. It was heart breaking, but when was the last time she had even seen something meat related? Something that might actually help fill her.. a week? Two? With a soft sigh she made sure to quickly gut the animal and place the body into three plastic bags. The hope was to lock the smell inside, and keep it from attracting undead creatures.<br/><br/>The dark haired woman wiped her fingers against the ground and on a cloth she carried, resisting the urge to wipe any blood along her pants, that just seemed like a death with. She did however, tug down on her dark green tank top before she continued her way through the woods, bloody arrow in her hand, rabbit stuffed into her back pack. She would of course work on cleaning the arrow as she walked along trying to keep her steps as silent as possible.<br/><br/>Tamara only paused again when she heard something in the distance. A person? A walker? She was never sure what to expect if she was quite honest. This could be a dangerous encounter, or it could be a rather sage one, all she knew was, she wanted to get back to the air stream she had set up a small camp in on the main road, without drawing to much attention to herself.