Normally, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.

After the fungus spread, however,







Kiki is somewhat of a strange girl. She is an unnaturally smart person, hailing from the land of Sweden.
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended university for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation (she was surprised that those three were considered one major, as well). During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
At first, Kiki figured the Americans were freaking out over another tiny germ and didn’t put much thought into it, continuing with her studies in Africa. It wasn’t until the strange fungus was well-known that she had looked into it independently. She followed all of the scientific journals and studies about the strange bug and looked into their peculiarity. She was between projects and was left at her house to mull over the science behind it. It seemed to eat away at the organs and the fungus’ excrement wash dusty, like ashes. It was bizarre, like nothing she had heard of before. What strand of fungus did it evolve from? Was it man-made? The saddest part of it was the fact that the scientists would usually just begin to grasp the idea before disappearing. Either into some bunker or dying off, what she guessed was the latter.
It took some time but finally the researchers found out that there was an age of immune subjects. Not everyone, but adolescents seemed to be the most likely to survive. Perhaps children were not strong enough and adults’ immune systems didn’t have the ability to make antibodies quickly enough? It was no more than four hours after this time frame was discovered that she got a call from a blocked number.
It was the WHO, offering to fly her to the US and their team on the west coast to be part of their team. They had gathered budding scientists between the ages of seventeen and twenty-three, as they had the highest chances of survival. She was one of the highest-esteemed with the most background, even though she was at the upper end of the scale. They seemed desperate.

But, Kiki would never make it there. After her connecting flight from the JFK airport was canceled because lack of pilots, a bus driver was paid to ship the small crew in the most panic-inducing road trip known to man. It didn’t take long before their bus was looted, stolen, and a few members seriously injured. The young bus driver, only seventeen himself, couldn’t have done anything to prevent the stronger group of people in masks from ransacking them. With crushed hopes, they decided to press on alone. They got directions from strangers and hiked in the hot grasslands, somewhere past the appalachian mountains. So long as they were going west, they were satisfied. They got lifts by trading homemade medicines, medical aid, and trading their acidic solutions for reasons they weren’t going to ask about.
After a fallout or two between the group, separation and even straight up kidnapping, Kiki ended up traveling alone. She had no clue where the others were or if they were headed the right way. Hell, she didn’t know if they were still wanting to help in the project, as it seemed to have already devastated the world. Was the research lab even open still? Had they given up? It had been months since she had landed in the US, they had probably pronounced her as missing or dead and moved on.
Being the determined type, Kiki pressed on. Even if the lab was closed, she had a key card and passcode. She would work on it herself if she had to. Perhaps the thing that kept her going was her family back home. She looked down at a ragged photo. It had been folded and unfolded many times, white lines across its middle. Her mother, father, little sister, even that little brat of a brother looked back. The younger version of herself held a steeley glare, as if to say “Is that all you’ve got?”
The trip had tested her willpower, that was for sure. If it wasn’t her safety, it was the hunger. If it wasn’t the hunger, it was the feeling of helplessness. She even considered stopping, setting up her own safehold. Her skills at making drugs alone would be enough to keep her afloat. People will always want to get high, especially if everyone they love is gone.
She heard gravely wheels on the road. She didn’t usually walk in earshot of the highways, as raiders usually patrolled them but this didn’t sound like an SUV full of little shits. It was a bike, like not even a motorcycle. She could take on one person on a bike, so the risk was worth it. She jogged to the road, waving her arms around and the cyclist stopped, looking her over.
“Look, I’ve got nothing,” he said simply, holding up his hands, “I’m just trying to get home,”
“Where’s home?” she skipped the formalities, putting her hands on her hips.
“Uh, Oregon. Buren county. You from around there?” he asked innocently.
“No. Is it close to California?” he gave her a strange look.
“Uh, relatively. California is pretty big though. You don’t know how close to California that Oregon is? Where are you from? I’d love to help but my mom is at home and she just sent me after some stuff. I’m just headed home. I’m not g-”
“Is it closer to California than we are now?” she said impatiently, looking around suspiciously.
“Well yeah, a lot closer. We’ll be in Buren in about two hours if we keep going South and then-”
“South?” she said to herself, exasperated, “Where are we?”
He looked a bit shocked, “Who are you?”
She crossed her arms and gave him an intense glare, “Possibly the last person on this Earth that can save your mom, or the last one that gives a shit.”
She got a ride to Oregon.





We all have them, some not as bad as others though.



Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.

Physical description

Lily stands relatively tall for her sex at five feet ten, her frame is best described as willowy and it’s best not to point out the lack of curves. Seriously, that’s just mean. Meticulously clean, Lily is always immaculately kept together. Her white-blonde hair is kept in a professional bun at most times, so much so that there was a rumour for while that it keeps itself together by sheer muscle memory.

A practical dresser Lily prefers simple and practical clothing for the most part with her go to being a cheque shirt and pair of jeans, accompanied by a sturdy pair of boots that could probably survive an encounter with a bear trap.

Having being picked on for her older brothers when she was little for looking like a strong wind would blow her over her posture is always upright and solid to maximise her authority.

Age: 23

Occupation: Police Officer

Background

Baptiste Valley had always been home to Lily. The youngest child and only girl of five, she had been raised on a large farmhouse by a perpetually overworked mother and doting if absent-minded father. Her legion of brothers where of course simultaneously tormenting, smelly and rough boys and also fiercely protective of their little sister.

Therefore no-one had ever dares to bother her at school and was rather popular and was involved in a lot of sport, from track to hockey which was a perfect outlet for her vicious competiveness.

An excellent and diligent student, Lily moved to Michigan State University to study Forensic Science before graduating just a few marks away from Suma Cum Laude (to her perpetual anguish.)

From College she enrolled in Police Academy dreaming to become a detective. Yet once she graduated the Ashening happened. It wasn’t seen as serious at first so a newly trained Cop was seen as disposable and she gained a leave of absence to visit her father who had been diagnosed with the disease.

Then her mother. Then each one of her brothers. Each one Lily nursed through the foul plague that had inflicted her family, each one weakened and wasted away by the evil thing. Each one dying beside her. Lily had always dreamed as a child to have their big farmhouse all to herself.

Now the emptiness of it sickens her to the core.

Skills and Talents

Silver tongued: Words have always came easy to Lily and she has always been fascinated by those frozen moments in time where the right one can save the day and the wrong can ensure catastrophe. She is therefore careful always to put people at their ease, changing her approach to people to make them comfortable.

Budding Mad Scientist: Well, not really. However with a degree in Forensic Science it gave Lily a good understanding of analytical chemistry. While the incredibly advances equipment she used in College is a distant memory, she had managed to salvage some basic equipment from various sources to be able to do some experiments.

Handy with a Gun: Her training in the Police Academy has given Lily a proficiency with firearms and basic self-defence. While not an expert marksman by any means she can at least be confident she could hit a moving target.
Perfectionist: Do you know that really annoying person in school that had always studied for every test, had ridiculously perfect notes that would make Da Vinci weep and actually used highlighters and post-its? Yeah, Lily was that person. With a good memory and meticulous attention to detail she always ensures she does the best she could and is prepared for whatever comes.

Weaknesses and Faults

Perfectionist: It’s something of a double edged sword. While being ridiculously prepared and ready is great when an expected situation calls for it she is not what you would call easy-going or spontaneous. Sudden changes in plans at best annoy her and at worst throw her into a flurry of panic.

Hey … is this plant poisonous? : Despite her background in Forensics, Lily couldn’t answer that. Its chemical structure revealed to her she could tell you but in the wild it’s just so much leaves. She has little knowledge in bush craft and prior to the Ashening her last camping trip had her bathing in lotion when she had her lunch on top of some Poison Ivy.

Overbearing: Confidence and assertiveness are all well and good but it can get on peoples nerves. Lily can be guilty of trying to tell people what to do when it’s clear they have other ideas and can never really see why people just don’t listen to her advice all the times? *Sigh* the world would be so much simpler.

Personality

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