❝ MITSURU ❞
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[Mitsuru/Mit] [15] [Female, bi] [Japanese/Korean]
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Mitsuru was born into this mess of a world, so majority of the stories she picked up about the pre-cordyceps era through reading books in an old library she and her group used to camp at when she was little. She was fascinated by the idea of the freedom humans used to have--things like watching movies, dating, going to universities, and exploring the world seemed like a distant fantasy to her.
Unfortunately due to an unprecedented attack by the infected that left her group crippled, they had to limp to the nearby city to glean aid and provisions. Some of the members were suspected to be infected, and many were shot on sight. She and the remaining survivors scattered and fled, and she has not seen any of them in weeks.
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[traits cautious, but loyal when you've earned her trust]
[appearance short, thin, has many cuts and scars, braided jet-black hair]
[clothing white tank top, scruffy jeans, denim jacket, backpack]
[weapons a durable shiv; she was also taught how to make molotovs]
[other skills she's more of a silent scout/gatherer than a fighter]
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((might add another one soon))