Description: Aimee stands at 5'6 with features that are more athletic than feminine. The girl has sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes.
Name: Aimee Anenson
Age: 19
Nationality: Norwegian
Gender: Female
Area of birth: Grimstad
Immunity: Yes
Profession: Scout
Languages: Norwegian and Icelandic, however, she isn't as good at the latter.
Personality:Confident and honest (or perhaps blunt is a better word), Aimee isn't one to beat around the bush and If she has something to say, you can bet she'll say it to your face. Yes, the girl is not afraid to speak her mind, but she doesn't go out of her way to be rude either. Aimee is friendly enough, with her out of place jokes and wry grins. She tries to keep the mood up, but at times her humor can be either out of place, morbid, or sarcastic.
"I get it, I need to bite my tongue sometimes. I meant nothing of it, kay? So don't get all pissed, you'll die young if you keep being a grouch."Aimee is quick to shrug things off and isn't one to hold grudges, so most of the time she expects the same from others. She's not exactly the most expressive or empathetic person out there, but she does believe in 'action speaks louder than words' and if you've gained her trust, then you can expect her to have your back. Aimee is protective of her teammates, but she's got a certain coldness to her. She'll listen to people rant and rave, but she won't say much about herself and will probably offer a bad joke or an awkward tap on the shoulder instead of hugs and words of comfort. Her affectionate gestures include headlocks, punches to the shoulder, and name calling.
"Uh...why is she crying? Did I say something wrong? Crap, I did, didn't I?""You are all so confusing, it kind of makes my brain hurt."Aimee a mix of confident and awkward, and while well versed in hand to hand combat, she usually misses the most obvious of social cues.
Brief Bio:Born in the portside town of Grimstad, Aimee grew up listening to tales of giants and sea beasts.
Aimee's father was a scout for the army, but he died in combat when the girl was six. She didn't really know him because he was mostly away on missions. Perhaps, it was for the best. Losing him didn't hurt as much as it ought to and life was peaceful. Well, until the town nearby suffered from another outbreak of the rash. People began panicking and soldiers were shipped out to fight the threats and keep them away from Grimstad.
Aimee noticed the suffering all around and wanted to help in her own way. At the age of fifteen, she decided to enlist, much to her mother's dismay. The girl excelled in most things physical, and in the span of a few years she was out with the soldiers, scouting the perimeter and fighting off creatures.