Name: Stormy Jo Johnson

Age: 20

Occupation: Tattoo Apprentice/Student

Nationality: American/Caucasian

Appearance:

Place of Residence: Originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, she moved to Philly, following an artist who promised her work. Now, she isn’t sure how she ended up in Delaware…the road takes you in interesting directions, sometimes.

Strengths:
Charisma - She has huge, unforgivingly sweet eyes. Even though she’s cold, and can be a bitch, she can definitely get her way with a look, most of the time.

Running - With a self harm addiction, before the apocalypse, she had to find outlets. No one wants to be tattooed by someone who is covered in cuts and burns. So, she taught herself to run, and to run hard. In return, she’s very fast, and can run long distances, barely winded.

Weaknesses:
Attachment - She gets too attached to people, quickly. She shows no feelings on the outside, but it damages her ability to think straight and to make decisions, making her an easy target, at times.

Weapons - Having never had use for a weapon, she doesn’t really know how to use them. Guns, she can figure out if need be, but no one ever said she knew what she was doing. All other weapons, she’s a bit clumsy with. The idea of killing the dead, even know, strikes her as terrifying. They are people…right?

Belongings:
She carries a sketch pad and colored pencils, her tattoo equipment, including a few inks (they were in her bag when she ran). Her weapons only consist of one large Gerber Machete, a 9 mm Beretta Storm that she picked up off a walker she killed back in Philly (no ammo), and a long buck knife with a broken tip.

Personality:
Stormy or Day, as a lot of her clients and everyone knew her by in Philly is a typical failure to society. She lived in Little Rock with her parents, perfect suburban little family, they were. She rebelled, like most kids, but frequented the tattoo shops in the area, instead of doing drugs or stealing things. She fell into the industry, falling in love with the scene that she was surrounded by, and eventually became an apprentice. However, when her master was fired, and uprooted, moving to Philly, she followed him.

Her personality? She’s quiet, not really cold, but not caring either. She picks and chooses her people that she’s around, but when she chooses someone, she clings to them. She will follow them anywhere. She will kill for them. If she doesn’t choose someone, they are nothing to her. They are just another body for the walkers to have.