[Are you still accepting?]
Name: "Its Kayla."
Age: "I'm 21 years old."
Clothing: "What i'm wearing, but if you need specifics; A large black jacket, worn jeans, cowgirl boots, my fathers hunting cap, and a locket with my family inside."
Weapons: "I usually have my longbow and arrows strapped to my back, and my switch knives in my pocket. "
Gender: "Obviously i'm a girl. Thanks for noticing."
Sexuality: "I'm as straight as a line."
Transportation: "When we were attacked, my family was coming back from a cattle drive. We were riding our horses, and then the things attacked. My dad and older brother told me to protect my sister and mother, and ride out. I'm still riding my horse, Alamar."
Animals: "Oviously, Alamar. I was also able to capture a falcon chick in the middle of the LD attack. Here's Fred. Yes that's his name. Bite me."
Personality: Kayla, after losing her family, has become very quiet. She has learned to stay in the background, and only speak when spoken to. She is alone for most of the time because she doesn't know how to talk to others in a nice way anymore. Besides the fact, she really doesn't like to talk much either, it seems easier. But, when she does talk, you should listen, because she usually has thought about what she is going to say, and says it carefully with emphasis. But, one thing Kayla is, is proud. She holds her head high, and walks on by, it gives her a stuck up feeling. When you talk rudely to her, Kayla has the ability to whip out the snarkiest sarcastic remarks. Its absolutely hilarious to watch her talk when she is in her comfort zone, or defending herself because you usually never hear her talk at all.
Crush: "No time for relationships."
Family: "My father and brother died protecting me, and I failed to protect my younger sister and mother. So no, i have nothing left."
Shelter: "I have no need for protecting a home, so, moving around is the easiest thing for me."
History: "I grew up on a large farm, with my Father, brother, mother and little sister. We went hunting about every day for food, took care of our cattle, horses and each other. My family was always happy. When the LD virus hit, we stocked up everything, but for about a month, nothing happened. We went along with our life normally. One day, we were heading back from a cattle drive/hunting trip. All of us were mounted, bows slung on our shoulders, knives in our pocket, ready to strike when a deer was spotted. But there was a group of people heading towards us really fast. Our horses spooked, and we yelled at them to stop, telling them they'll kill us, so slow down. My dad realized they were sick with the LD virus. He screamed at all of us to run, but my brother, the stubborn jerk he was decided to stay and fight. He was 25, so it was his call. Us three, my mom, sister and me spurred our horses, and galloped toward the forest. We never saw my brother and father again. After 3 months, our rifles ran out of bullets, so we had to toss them in a cashe. One night, my mom decided that we should go berry picking, but some LD infected people found us. It turned south, and I barely made it out with my life and horse. Later I found Fred while traveling up a tricky rock path. The rest is history."
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