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Basic Information.
"Hello. My name is Alaska Fawn Scotts. I am 17 years old, and I am obviously female. I am swedish, but moved to the U.S when I was 13. I didn't know much english, so I didn't talk to anyone at my new school. I got used to not talking much, so I kinda permanently stayed quiet. Even when I learned perfect english, I felt too shy to talk to people. I was too different from anyone else. My whole life, I had been pretty shy. I was mostly a loner, that only talked to my friends, and some other people if they wanted to start a conversation. If you get to know me, I can be a very happy person, even though it doesn't look like it. I am pretty strong for what I look like. I am very thin and don't look strong at all, but that's just the way my body wanted to be.
Skills.
My skills include using an archery bow, as well as using a rifle. For this case, I have a special belt to carry a knife with me at all times. Before this catastrophe, I practiced my kicks and punches on a punching bag for a few years, so if weapons are not an option, I can be natural.
Love Life.
I have to admit, even though there really is no point for love anymore, I still believe in it, even though I don't tell people I believe in it. I've always been hopeless romantic, because I am so bad at talking to guys. When life was normal and we all went to school, I never talked to my crush. I was too scared. And even though it's different now, I still can't do it very well. I'm too awkward. I now currently don't like anyone romantically, but it usually just hits me right when I see a guy that acts someone my type.
Others.
I came to this group alone. My parents and my younger sister and I ended up loosing eachother after an invasion in our safe place. I haven't seen them since and I am hoping they are alive and alright. I've been doing fine on my own, but I feel weak, after thinking about what could have happened to my family.
When life was normal, my hobbies included skateboarding or pennyboarding. It's something I would do by myself. I would kill to find either of them during this catastrophe.