<div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl15/92345.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Daelin Howe<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Twenty-one years old<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Basic first aid, exceptional conditioning<br/><br/><strong>Inventory:</strong>A duffel bag of salvaged clothing (items of note being: pink mittens for breast cancer research, a fitted leather jacket, knee high leather boots, and headbands, hairbands, and elastics galore), an iPod classic with car charger, a backpack with a week's worth of food and water (nothing natural - mostly Funyons), a small, emergency first aid kit, Blackberry Bold 9900 with car charger, cheap Sony earbuds, Rayban aviator sunglasses, and 6", stainless steel hunting knife with sheath and sharpening stone.<br/><br/><strong>Personality/Biography:</strong>Outgoing and smart enough; will never shy away from anyone unless they couldn't keep up a decent conversation. A realist for the most part. Daelin was very much an average girl living the average dream up until the crisis. A girl, growing up in the age of technology, learning about pharmaceuticals at the college in Albany, New York, a healthy trek from her home state of California. It wasn't necessarily her interest in dealing out prescription drugs that drove her east as much as it was her desperate desire to create a buffer between her and her parents. They made no secret that she was born outside of their relationship; that the person she had called her father wasn't truly that. An education and the answers to all the questions about her biological dad and her alleged brother awaited her in New York state.<br/><br/>Daelin's first years of university were coupled with letters and visits to a prison. With a lot of snooping around, she had found that her father had actually passed away years ago, and that her brother had managed to find himself in jail. At first, she really didn't want to keep in touch after her first encounter with Michael, but it was oddly comforting to know that she had family nearby when she was at university that wasn't entirely about themselves, and she often visited when she felt particularly lonely or stressed.<br/><br/>When not visiting her brother, Daelin kept herself busy with school, a part-time hostess job at a local restaurant, and zombie pop culture. That latter was her own little dark secret. Movies, comics, faux-survival guides; it was a passion that very few knew that she had. In a way, when the crisis started, she felt like she was an absolute pro! Well, up until she witnessed people being torn apart by the alleged undead. Just when things were looking to go from bad to worse, Michael had sought her out and whisked her away from Albany.