Mint

[align=center]//ＡＬＥＸ ＳＨＩＮＯＤＡ \\ She wears a black jacket, white shirt, and black jeans This girl speaks softly with a light southern accent She carries a medium sized black backpack Her voice is tired, breathy, and dry The woman's skin is very pale Her hair is bleached white Her eyes are deep blue. - - - - - - - HER STORY Alex was born in Bristol, as a young child her mother left and she was left with her a single father. Her life was pretty simple, she worked some jobs here and there and got through highschool and a couple years of college before the outbreak hit. After the outbreak her family got split up, she's been looking for them ever since. Wondering further and further down south until she found her way into Dallas Texas, where she first got connected with the group.[/align]

[align=center] This woman stood at almost five and a half feet tall. She had dark black hair and green, almost grey eyes. The girl was wearing a faded black jacket and jeans. Her hands were shaky and she shook, shivered. Almost like if she was cold. She seemed weak and skinny. Speaking in this thick Scandinavian accent. Her r's rolled, her vowls soft, it almost sounded like something between German and French. [/align] This woman was born in the beautiful country of Iceland. Thats where she remained for the most of her childhood, mostly working and surviving out in wilderness with her poor family. Growing and raising their own food, stuck in a area with little civilization and infrastructure. Though, this wasn't entirely by birth or inheritance- to be honest, some could believe that this is a choice. Either way, Morra lived her hard life there with her family, though she eventually moved out to the United States for education and to get away from her hard life. Even though she loved it, the girl decided she wanted to work towards better things and be something more than a farm girl- immigrating at a young age. Somewhere around fourteen or fifteen but- those memories are blurry. She lived on the East coast mostly, in rural Virginia. Though, the Apocalypse hit when in her mid twenties. Ruining her chances of a the stereotypical american dream she was so dead set on trying to reach. Now stuck at the bottom, fending for herself and barely surviving now in this hell. She was in bad shape, though her life of isolation when younger really seemed to help her, even made her feel like she was at home at times. Though- not to be so retrospective, it was time for her to put all this behind her and put her time and energy towards building a new future for herself- not looking back at the one she could have had. Heading further west, she eventually made her way to Kansas, stumbling upon the group.

(Added updated section about her return)

[align=center]A ɴ ɴ ᴇ [/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]This woman stood just under five and a half feet tall. Her actions had a bit of strength and precision behind them. She had a decent amount of muscle on her now. The girl seemed bruised and skinny. She spoke in a thick Norwegian accent. She was shaky, and jittery. Her voice was soft and breathy. Her hair this silver bleach blonde. She had a pair of big blue eyes.[/align] Before To those she told her story to, she seemed to be no more than a regular, although slightly odd, woman. Just stuck out in this mess. Born in the west coast of Norway and raised there, before moving to the US for school. In college for computer science and networking somewhere on the East Coast of the US before all this happened. Notibly, when she was younger, she used to hunt quite often. It was what she did to pass the time in her early teenage years, hunting out in the Norwegian wilderness. Now she spends her days wondering about, trying to find any help and resources she can. Trying to cling on to what she had, and trying her best to hold herself together. Now Many remember the odd frail lady from before- from before she vanished. Though, now after some time has passed, she can be seen adventuring near the group again. Though, more weak and tired than ever. She seemed about to collapse at every step, her clothes thin and faded and her muscles weak. Who knows how much time she had left like this. Only time will tell how long she can last in this state. Those who remembered her in the past could see her as a bit of a weird, yet oddly happy woman. They wouldn't be wrong about thinking that way about her now, though one can still see the bruises behind her smile. She may even, possibly, be able to remember the faces of those who once knew her. Though she's notorious for a bad memory. After reuining with the group, she followed them deep into the wilderness where they stayed in a small village. Finally, she was back where she belonged to be. The girl was a force to be reconed with, after overcoming her injuries. She hunted almost everything that walked and provided fresh food for the bunch. She held her own in a fight now, not usually needing any help unless caught by herself by a particular nasty foe. At this point she evolved into something great, nothing could stop her- hunting game big and small and keeping the group well fed and defended. Now, she happily headed her way to leave to find a new set of challenges. Though, on the way, she got herself hurt. Sustaining a leg broken in several places, glass shards embedded in her back, and a smashed eye socket, the girl was in serious pain after a charger found her. Though, after getting the care she needed, one can only hope she can make a full recovery and start holding her weight yet again. UPDATE: When the group was moving through to a new location, she got hit- bad. Suffering many wounds, from a broken leg to temporary blindness in a eye, she was really shook up. No one in the group would hear of her some time, being sheltered off somewhere trying to recover. Hiede would spend some serious amount of time staying by her side, trying to keep her docile, though she didn't really seem to be the same as she was before. Once he disappeared, there really wasn't much left for her- he was all he had at the time. She could hardly walk straight, let alone care for herself. The next few months would be hard. Relationships Hiede: Oh gods I love you with all I've got in me. I don't know where I'd be at without you, probably dead somwhere. You keep me safe and you love me like nothing else, I can't even hardly describe how much you mean to me- my fjell. My everything. Hannah: You're great Hannah, you're super fun to talk to and we both look out for each other. You're one of the coolest people here. Dot: Dot you're great too, just as great. Such fun to talk to and spend time with, jeeze I dunno where we'd all be without the two of you around. Ethan: We don't talk enough, me and you. You've got all sortsa cool interests and things and I haven't spent enough time picking your brain, really. Renee: I don't see you around much but, when I did you were good to me. I hope you're doing okay. Chelsie: Hearing your voice again felt like a thousand pounds being lifted from my chest. I was so scared after we moved I.. I thought you didn't make it but- you did. I kept your kid safe, no one knew- but now he's in his mother's arms again. The joy and relief I felt when I saw you to embracing again was like nothing I've ever felt before. Memories Mayu: Oh jeeze, nngh don't get me started on her. Chelise's lil' one's gonna keep making me think of you and gosh, about every time I'll see him when he's all grow up you're gonna be there pulling on my heartstrings. I hope your okay, I don't know where you are. At least I have my memories of you still to hold onto. The two from when I first met this group: I can only say to you, the ones I saw killed before me, that you meant quite a bit to me- the both of you. I think you know who you both are, and you're still in my memories- even if they're not so clear and I can't remember your names, your faces and voices will be forever etched into the fabric of my memory. Yes, never forgotten. Your face, your voice, your legacy, your stories are all safe here in my mind. Solu: Ahh jeeze, you were the one that started all this. God I hope you're okay, I really really do. I tried my best to take care of you, I even saved your life a couple times way back. You were just too young to understand why you needed someone to keep you from getting yourself hurt- I just guess that rebelious spirit I remember so fondly was what pushed me out of your life. I just.. hope with every fibre in me that you're okay, and that maybe you'll even come find us some day. I know so damn well that won't happen, that a young one like yourself has no chance to find us, to survive on your own like this.. but jeeze, right now all I need is hope- hope like the hope that thinking of your return gives me. If I do ever see you again, you won't be running off on your own ever again- I'm never letting that happen. [align=right]** Disclaimer - I made a new one because this char has developed so much now since the old one that I felt she outgrew the old bio.[/align]

I do I just don't comment when I do cause I think thats real annoying :D

Wow no one ever comments on my bio :((

[align=center] This woman stood just under five and a half feet tall. The girl seemed bruised and skinny, exhausted. She spoke in a thick Norwegian accent. She was tired, shaky, and jittery. Her voice was soft and breathy. Her hair this silver bleach blonde. A pair of big blue eyes.[/align] Before To those she told her story to, she seemed to be no more than a regular, although slightly odd, woman. Just stuck out in this mess. Born in the west coast of Norway and raised there, before moving to the US for school. In college for computer science and networking somewhere on the East Coast of the US before all this happened. Notibly, when she was younger, she used to hunt quite often. It was what she did to pass the time in her early teenage years, hunting out in the Norwegian wilderness. Now she spends her days wondering about, trying to find any help and resources she can. Trying to cling on to what she had, and trying her best to hold herself together. Now Many remember the odd frail lady from before- from before she vanished. Though, now after some time has passed, she can be seen adventuring near the group again. Though, more weak and tired than ever. She seemed about to collapse at every step, her clothes thin and faded and her muscles weak. Who knows how much time she had left like this. Only time will tell how long she can last in this state. Those who remembered her in the past could see her as a bit of a weird, yet oddly happy woman. They wouldn't be wrong about thinking that way about her now, though one can still see the bruises behind her smile. She may even, possibly, be able to remember the faces of those who once knew her. Though she's notorious for a bad memory. Relationships Anne: I'm okay. I think. At least I'm better- I guess. If I was bad before I'm definetly good now, but if I was worser than bad then.. ehh jeeze I don't know where I'd be then. If I was good before then would I be fantastic now? Heide: I'm lucky to have you. 'Dot': You too you're like, great. You and Hannah are really important. Hannah: Same as Dot, super duper important- yep. Ethan: I don't talk to you enough. But when I do, its a treat- really. More dorks like you and me the better. Renee: Again- don't see you enough, I think I remember you before. I definitely hear quite a bit about you though. Memories Mayu: Oh jeeze, nngh don't get me started on her. Chelise's lil' one's gonna keep making me think of you and gosh, about every time I'll see him when he's all grow up you're gonna be there pulling on my heartstrings. I hope your okay, I don't know where you are. At least I have my memories of you still to hold onto. Chelsie: Gosh I hope you're okay too, like seriously. I know our communications were cut and, you were hurt out in that storm. God, if only I could've found you out in that.. only time will tell if you're okay or not. If you are, I've got him safe for you- he's safe with me, as I'm sure you know. Wherever you are. The two from when I first met this group: I can only say to you, the ones I saw killed before me, that you meant quite a bit to me- the both of you. I think you know who you both are, and you're still in my memories- even if they're not so clear and I can't remember your names, your faces and voices will be forever etched into the fabric of my memory. Yes, never forgotten. Your face, your voice, your legacy, your stories are all safe here in my mind. Solu: Ahh jeeze, you were the one that started all this. God I hope you're okay, I really really do. I tried my best to take care of you, I even saved your life a couple times way back. You were just too young to understand why you needed someone to keep you from getting yourself hurt- I just guess that rebelious spirit I remember so fondly was what pushed me out of your life. I just.. hope with every fibre in me that you're okay, and that maybe you'll even come find us some day. I know so damn well that won't happen, that a young one like yourself has no chance to find us, to survive on your own like this.. but jeeze, right now all I need is hope- hope like the hope that thinking of your return gives me. If I do ever see you again, you won't be running off on your own ever again- I'm never letting that happen.