<strong>Name:</strong>Heather 'Heat' Gray<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Nineteen<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'6" / 126 lbs.<br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>Scottish/Irish/American - Caucasian<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bi-curious<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/1278430142997.jpg)</div>(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/1278430648750.jpg)<br/><strong>Written Appearance:</strong>Heather had a childhood of sports and a healthy diet of not meat to thank for her lean and trim figure. Nothing too drastic, but her muscles are toned, much like a dancer's or a rock climber's would be. Her chestnut brown hair is often kept out of her face with either a thin headband or a hair tie. If her hair is left to fall, though, it falls just passed her shoulder blades. Dark brown eyes carefully pick out her next hiding spot or cache of goodies.<br/><strong>Distinctive Features:</strong>A tattoo of a feather on her left foot. Goes across her metatarsal-phalaneal joints.<br/><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Student / Part-time bank teller<br/><strong>Education:</strong>Second year of college<br/><br/><strong>Items:</strong>Heavy duty Element backpack, pencil case of random stationery goodies, more than likely useless laptop and power cord, psychology textbook for her class that day, a steel canteen of water, and a coffee mug, a few months worth of eye contacts, D&G thick framed glasses, Rayban aviator sunglasses<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Light trance / house and Top 40's - club music, volleyball, soccer, softball, cute boys and strong men (Imagine a cute, strong man? By God), giving advice, school, psychology, carbs, Febreeze<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Meat, hockey, football, ignorance, country music, dives, BIG dogs, fireworks, insensitive people, loud people, quiet people, commitment<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Heather was always a bit of a socialite. Despite being a fairly smart girl, she's picked up the habit of the innocent girl act in order to get people to help her out. She doesn't need anyone around her to function, but is much more comfortable having others make decisions for her, especially in the 'We could die because of what you decide' climate that is a zombie apocalypse. The young girl is far from a whore, but she likes to do it.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Athletic, aware of her surroundings (from reading where the ball is going to be thanks to liked sports), analytical, strong sense of people's personality (can stay away from assholes), strong left foot, limited first aid training (self-taught from nursing sports injuries)<br/><strong>Flaws:</strong>Small frame (not strong), needs glasses, has never fired a weapon, easily stressed, strong hatred of football jocks (which is why she was never able to bang the whole team)<br/><br/><strong>Ambition:</strong>To be a part of a psychology firm / a shrink. Now-a-days is just eager to live and figure out the movement and mindset of zombies so she can get home and find her family, dead or alive.<br/><br/><strong>Short biography:</strong>Born and raised in Detroit, Heather grew up in a middle-class family of four, with a pair of loving parents and a strangely loving brother. When it came time she went to the University of Maryland, mostly for soccer rather than her education. That was clear when she went back home to Detroit when funds diminished.<br/><br/><strong>Turn Ons:</strong>Heather's a switch (loves to be dominated, but can<strong>tease</strong>like no one's business), all the vanilla stuff, light bondage, exhibitionist, can't get rid of this strange rape fantasy<br/><strong>Turn Offs:</strong>Toilet stuff, blood, death, dismemberment, romance