Name: Rena Turner<br/>Age: 18<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Human<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g394/krystalMarie259/Anime%20Girls/Harp-1.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Rena lived in her small farmhouse way on the outskirts of the nearest town. The townsfolk had no issues with her but they had never liked her family. Her father was an eccentric that built their home from the floorboards up. She had lived here with him forever. The small farm house was now her property. Even though women weren't supposed to own property. The government couldn't take the land away from her. She refused to give it up. On her farm there was a few chickens, two cows, a couple pigs, and a horse. It was just a small farm house after all. She lived her all by herself and didn't need help from the town nearby. She hummed as she took care of feeding the chickens. Milking the cows and threw slop in the feeder for the pigs. She then went to her pride and joy...her mare Nala. She nuzzled her face into her side. "I love you Nala...my own pony from childhood." She says softly. Then begins to feed her some hay. Heading back into the back door of her home.<br/><br/>She was reading a book when she heard gun shots. Jumping a bit as that wasn't a common thing out in the middle of nowhere basically. She bites her lower lip. What could be there? Was it something dangerous? Would whoever was shooting hurt her? Oh she hoped not. She looked to where her daddy's double barrel shot  gun was. He taught her to shoot at an early age. So she could protect herself. She could fire that repeatedly before having to reload with ammo. She bites her lower lip. Oh she really hated violence. She heard the sound of horse hooves. Peering at the window but didn't move. The horse came to a stop not far from her house. She hid out of view of the window. She was a  single woman all by her lonesome afterall.<br/><br/>She jumped at a rather large thudding sound. She was a shy and at times skittish young woman but something told her that whatever it was needed help. She slowly went to the door. Opening it a bit and peers out. Looking around and happened to look down. Gasping as she sees the passed out and injured man. She opens her door all the way. Looking around and kneels down. Reaching up under his arms and drags him as best she can into the house. Pulling him in and onto the large couch. Putting his upper half on first. She struggled greatly with this then got the lower half up. She sees the blood and gasped. Shutting and locking her door as she grabbed the first aid kit. She strugglingly pulls off the garments covering his torso. She was not exactly a strong woman but she could hold her own at times.<br/><br/>She opened her first aid kit and pulled out the tweezers. She could see the bullet in his bare back as she grabbed the ends with the tweezer. Slowly pulling and working it out of his back. Dropping it onto some gauze that she had pulled out just for it. Then takes some alcohol and begins to clean the wound. She dabs it dry after its all cleaned out. She takes the needle and special stitchings that dissolved once the wound was fully healed and began to sew up the injury. Working carefully so as to not cause him too much discomfort even if he was passed out. She then takes gauze and puts up a thick later of padding over the stitched up wound. Taking a bandage wrap and begins to wrap it around him. Sealing it off and covers him with a blanket. She blushed as she had been able to see and feel the muscles of his torso while doing this.<br/><br/>She went into the kitchen and made some homemade soup, pulled out some crackers, and made a batch of tea for when the man woke up. She then left the stove on low and sat across from the man. Just waiting and hoping he would come to. Her daddy taught her everything he knew as a man and what he knew that she should know as a woman.