<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Character Sheet<br/><br/>Name: Sara H. Jones<br/><br/>Age: 33<br/><br/>Appearance: Using picture as well.<br/><br/>Sara Jones<br/>Her hair has always been thick and long as a child and has only gotten more so as an adult. She keeps it so that it falls to about mid back, but that does not hide slight curl that it has. Though while traveling she keeps it tied back and out of the way. She usually just wears her old BDUs and boots.<br/><br/>Weapons: An M-16 with spare clips and desert eagle also with spare clips. As well as a knife she keeps hidden at her back.<br/><br/><br/>Sara Jones had been one of the lucky ones when the end of the world came; lucky being a term used very loosely. She had been in the Air Force, a Tech Sergeant on her way to becoming a Master Sergeant when everything went to hell. At first the government tried to maintain some kind of order and control, but soon that back fired and they themselves began becoming victims to angry mobs of people. Sara was not one to stick around when she saw the ship was sinking, so she hit the armory and then the supply warehouse and she and a few other airmen took off on their own, hoping to start some type of normal life. Times were rough and they were all silently grateful for that extra stint<br/>in SEARs training that they all received earlier in their careers. Though as time moved on and they allowed some others to join them it became obvious that not all could handle the mental strain and absence of a structure. They reverted to animals and Sara was actually the victim of one such man who raped her while the rest of her platoon watched and waited their turn. She should have realized that they would have fallen prey to those urges eventually and that it would have only needed to take one for them to crumble. They missed they warm touch of a woman and she just happened to be the only one there. When they were done they tied her up wanting to keep her from escaping so that they could use her over and over again. Yet instead of breaking Saraâ€™s will this only hardened it and made her determined to escape and kill every last one of those bastards.<br/><br/>Before they could use her again the brought her food and water, wanting her to remain alive. When the man came over she offered herself to him and only him, but first he needed to untie her so that she could show him a whole new world of pleasure. Eager and stupid and did as she asked and soon found the knife in his hand now in his throat. From that point on Sara just killed them all, then too off on her own wanting nothing to do with so called Humanity figuring she would do fine just by herself on her own.<br/><br/>So now she travels alone, her trust in humanity all but shattered seeking now only to survive. Yet perhaps there is a small part of her that yearns for the all important human contact, to have someone to talk to, to touch, to hold. For now she is content with herself, yet rumors of a "New City" have been on the lips of the few she meets in traveling so she moves on hoping to perhaps find this place. At the moment food was on her mind so she was exploring the ruins of a long forgotten city her hand resting on her pistol at her hip, while the rifle hung on her shoulder.</div></blockquote>