<strong>Name:</strong>Salvacia Bartholomew (Sal)<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong>Vancouver<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'8"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>145 lbs.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Virgin:</strong>Not a chance.<br/><strong>Cup size:</strong>34B<br/><strong>Complexion:</strong>Mediterranean<br/><strong>Markings/Tattoos</strong>Large scar on her left forearm.<br/><strong>Accessories</strong>Ankh necklace, featureless red fabric bracelet.<br/><strong>Past Occupation:</strong>Housewife<br/><br/>(http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/9886/sibelkekilli.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Written Appearance:</strong>Healthy head of wavy brown hair, clear brown eyes, and a strong face gently balancing her Spanish Jew heritage. Her body has always been slender, but fighting the infected has started to harden her muscles and toughen her skin, letting the rest of her body catch up with Sal's hard stare.<br/><strong>Background:</strong>A semi-successful track athlete in high school, Sal didn't make the cut for college, but has kept in shape over the years by running. Sal has been a solitary soul most of her life, taking her joy where she could find it, but was never able to be satisfied in any one place for long. Married thrice and divorced twice, Sal lost her last husband to the infection, killing him herself to survive. Armed only with a machete, salvaged riot gear, and a SIG P228R, Sal hacked and slashed her way across California in her husband's suped up Subaru Impreza WRX, looking for nothing and no one in particular.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Sal is neither happy nor excitable. She is nearly always in a sour mood, brooding on this or that, but despite this she is slow to anger. Her general dissatisfaction with life, the universe, and everything prevents her from being pleased or disappointed with any frequency. Reason and sarcasm prevail for Sal.<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Very little.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Idiots, large groups, zeal, complacency, comfort, becoming sedentary<br/><br/><strong>Quirks:</strong>Chewing lower lip, itching the fresh scar that covers most of her left forearm.<br/><strong>Education:</strong>College graduate, liberal arts.<br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Stamina, agility, sharp eyesight<br/><strong>Limitations:</strong>Inexperienced with firearms, poor at making friends, prone to going it alone, vodka, often forgets to eat<br/><strong>Current Ambition:</strong>Stay alive, or something.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>Machete, SIG Sauer P228R<br/><strong>Items:</strong>Police riot gear (no shield), two boxes of ammunition, duct tape, clothes, toiletries, snacks but no real foodstuffs, dildo, spare gasoline jugs, flashlight and laser pointer attachment for pistol