[CHAR] Crazy (Closed)

[I Own Cows]

Name: John Hemmy
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Nationality: United States/White
Surviving Family: Sister and Niece
Former Occupation: Fry Cook/was looking into college

Backstory: The doctor motioned with his right hand for John to look at the camera as he spoke. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out before before speaking. “Well, uh, I was working the first night that it hit my town. No one had really expected it, we were led to believe that the virus hadn’t made it down that far south yet. It was around eleven at night when I first encountered someone who was infected.

“My boss was going over some paperwork, and I was counting the inventory. I was in the walk in cooler when I heard the commotion coming from his office. Sounded like he, uh, smashed his window. I didn’t want to go in there, ‘cause I thought he was mad again. He had an awful temper, did shit like that all the time. But I had to run in there when he started screaming my name. When I rounded the corner to his office, I saw him, uh, fighting off what I thought was a pissed off customer. The customer was flailing a bat around, and my boss was using his barstool to keep him at a distance.

“I didn’t really have time to think about it, so I just tackled the customer, and kept him pinned to the floor while my boss called the police. I didn’t realize it at the time, you know, that he was infected, but it clicked once my boss told me that he was trying to spit on him. I had heard that they can spread the virus with bodily fluids, is that true?” John asked, the doctor nodded his head yes.

John cleared his throat and began again, “The next couple of days were pretty weird. No one was allowed to leave their house, complete lockdown. Such a stupid idea, people were practically trapped in their homes. Didn’t, uh, take long for the infected to start ripping the city apart. I tried going to my parents house to get them out, wanted to get everyone in the family out alive. When I got there…” John’s voice trailed off, “Well...you know. I tried my sister next, I was happy to find them alive. Her and my niece hopped in my truck, and we left town through the, uh, backroads. No particular destination in mind.

“We stayed together for a few weeks, scavenging for food and fuel. I’d go into the towns, and she would watch the truck. Until about a month ago when we got separated. I was on my way back to the truck, when I saw the infected around the two of them; they were creeping up on the truck. I yelled for her to start the truck and drive away, then I got the attention of the all the infected and made them chase me. I don’t, uh, know how long I ran. It was definitely the longer than I ever had before. The infected were screaming and shouting the entire time they were chasing. I don’t know if I lost them, or if they just got bored and quit following. But about two hours after that, I collapsed in some woods and fell asleep. Woke up a few hours later, I was lost but still alive. And then for a month, I was alone.

“Only saw two other sane people, but they didn’t last long. I was hiding in a, uh, dumpster while the two strangers got beat to death by a group of the infected. I’m sure the marines here would have jumped in to save those people, but I was scared. Fear keeps you alive out there,” John cleared his throat, “Anyway, uh, that’s pretty much my whole story. I found you guys two days ago, almost got shot introducing myself, and now I’m here.” John sighed, happy to have the interview done with. The doctor gave a gentle nod and shut the camera off.

Appearance: John is 6 feet tall, and weighs around 125. Before the outbreak he had a healthier weight, and a slim athletic build, but the lack of food has thinned him out a little. Without any barbers around to have taken care of him, John’s hair has become uncharacteristically long; stopping just at his shoulders. His once full face, is now sunken and bruised. The overall rugged appearance makes his hazel eye color seem to pop.

((The appearance is a bit a rough, but it's four in the morning so it'll have to do for now.))

[Benzaiten]

Kahleen Cuthald

"My name is Kahleen Cuthald. I'm a woman of the age 21. Germany is my mother country, but at the age of 18 I decided to move to America. More specifically, New York, Ohio. The reason is as simple as can be. I love English and I've wanted to live in America since age 15. So I did it. There's really nothing else to it. Kinda bold and stupid, but it worked out great.

For my looks; I have long brown hair that goes down my back. I am petite and thin. Because of the lack of food during this awful time, I am a
little underfed. My skin is pale at the moment - lack of vitamin D. My eyes are green.

Before all this happened, I worked at a nursery school. I've always been good with kids, so I made it my life.
It was a small nursery school and I had my own group. The group was only as big as 12 kids, more or less. Besides me in that group there were three other educators. Two women and a man. But that doesn't matter right now.

All my family live in Germany and I haven't seen them for about six months. I hope they're safe.
But there's someone else I consider family. Her name is Jamie Alycia Reyes. She is the sweetest human being on earth. But let's not get into me swooning over her. All that matters is that she is safe. Please tell me she is somewhere here. She is my life, she is my love.

We were together when it all started. She came running into my work place and basically dragged me out of there. I tried to fight it, I didn't believe what she was telling me about the virus spreading in my work place. But it spread quickly and soon one of the nursery teachers attacked a child.
Not thinking about it, I pushed her away from the screaming child. Jamie suddenly held an extinguisher in her hands and while there was screaming and yelling she kept hitting the woman. I don't remember what was said, it was all so much. But I remember her grabbing my hand and telling me that we need to go. I am not sure if that woman is dead. Did my girlfriend kill someone?!

Jamie and I ran out of the place. She pulled me all the way to our home and shut us in the garage. She shut the windows, she shut all doors, she even put the closet in front ot the window. We survived like this as long as our food lasted, but in the end we had nothing to eat left. Thanks to Jamie, who's a cook, we lasted a few months - which is pretty insane! I wonder why she knew we'd need to sit in the house for months with no one saving us... Somehow she just knew what to do. Questionable? I don't know.

With "weapons" (knives from the kitchen and a hammer) we sneaked out to get food. The world was already a mess. I was shocked. We went through the streets, luckily they were empty. I wonder why we didn't meet any infected people?

By the time we reached the grocery store, my heart was pounding. Something felt wrong. But I pushed the feeling behind. My girlfriend and I entered the store. Still nothing. It was empty too, as far as I could tell. It was a mess. Most food was gone. We only found three cans of beans, a rotten tomato and a bag of spaghetti noodles. Not very helpful.

Just as we wanted to leave, there was a noise. I stopped. It sounded like a cry. Did the infected people cry? Or was it somenoe who survived?
My curiousity won and I sneaked down the isles until I reached a door that lead to cleaning supplies for the staff. But the noise was gone.
Heart pounding, I opened the door.
There sat a boy, age 9, brown hair, bleeding leg and he was crying. He was hugging his legs and his blue eyes looked up to me.

I couldn't even ask "who are you?" because in the next second five obviously infected people have found us. I knew we could have gotten away, but I didn't wanna leave the boy there. So I pulled Jamie inside the small room and locked the push-to-open door with everything we could move.
We sat there and hoped it'll last. And it only did because something in the store, or someone, distracted the people outside the room. They left us in there to die. Literally. They blocked the door. I don't know how, I just remember we didn't get out.

The next thing I know, after sitting there for days nobody counted, the door opened and the light was too bright for me to see anything.
We were all underfed by the time, pale and the boy - who's name I found out is Jayden - was nearly dying. Jamie, who has some medical knowledge, fixed his leg as best as possible.

And now I am here. That's all I remember right now."

[Benzaiten]

This is an "open" character. If anyone wants to play her, go. If nobody claims her, I will play her myself.

Name: Jamie Alycia Reyes
Job before all this: Chef at a fancy restaurant
Location: USA, NY, Ohio
Age: 23
Appearance: Blonde long hair, sparlking blue eyes, heart warming smile, sporty
Personality: kind to everyone, super protective, badass on the street, loyal and honest, lies make her go mad, not afraid to say what has to be said, or do what has to be done, her father was a surgeon there she got her medical knowledge from, but he died of cancer when she was 19, she loves animals and is vegeterian
Lover: Kahleen Cuthald (for 3 years), lesbian

All of the above is what I imagine her like. Please feel free to adjust and change her to your pleasure. But make sure it fits Kahleen Cuthald's story please.

If anyone is interested, be my guest.

Edit: Character has been taken over. Thank you.

[XxLyraxX]

Ember Marie Forrester | Female | Age 9

”Monsters that live inside my head at night are all right cause they can never compare to the ones that live outside.”

_Appearance_
At 3’0, Ember could be described as petite and slender. Her skin is blemish free aside from a few scars on her hands and knees from falling. Her long dark curls hung to her waist and she has bright blue eyes like her brother. She is not very strong though she has quite a kick. She normally dresses in leggings, a skirt, a shirt, a jacket and running shoes.

_Nationality_
White. To be more specific, she is Irish, understands Gaelic but her family moved to the U.S. where she was born.

_Surviving Family_
None.

_Former Occupation_
She was a student though she did help her mother out at the clinic so she picked up a few medical skills though it is mostly basic first aid.

_Strengths_
♦ She is very good at being quiet and sneaking around.
♦ Light on her feet.
♦ Quick reflexes and nimble fingers.
♦ Her brother taught her how to set traps and how to shoot a gun as well as a small bow.

_Weaknesses_
♦ She tries to see the good in everybody and this at times will keep her from seeing the evil there as well.
♦ She doesn’t think if someone is in trouble, she tends to just rush to help without thinking of the consequences.
♦ Bottling up her problems and pain. No one can help if they don’t know what’s wrong with her.

_Personality_
Ember is normally described as a kind and caring individual. She tends to put others needs before her own and won't hesitate to help someone if she feels they are in need of assistance. She also has her shy moments where she tends to look at the ground and not really talk to anyone. She gets nervous when meeting new people and doesn't speak much until she gets to know them better. Despite all of this, Ember has a stubborn streak like her brother and will not budge if she sets her mind to something. She's not one to anger easily but once she is watch out because she can have quite the temper and is not afraid to give you a piece of her mind. Of course, afterwards she will be completely mortified by what she said and will apologize profusely to the person she grew angered at. If she thinks they deserve it that is. If she feels you completely had what was coming to you, not one word of apology will leave her lips though secretly she will still feel rather bad about it. Another trait of Ember's is that she has a bad habit of bottling up her problems so the people around her will not worry. Even if she is having the worst day imaginable she will still put on a smile and say everything is fine.

_Backstory_
Ember was born the youngest of three children to parents Luna and Mark Forrester, an Irish couple that meet in high school. Her older brother lived in Ireland with their parents until he was eight before they had to move overseas due to their father’s work. There, the small family settled down in the U.S. When her brother was ten years old, Luna found out she was pregnant with twin girls. Orion was so happy at the fact that he was going to be a big brother and often lay next to his mother and talked to the girls growing in her womb. When the twins were born, Orion fell in love with Ember and Willow from the moment he held them. As they grew, he was always there. He witnessed their first step and he felt so thrilled when Ember’s first word was not “mama” or “dada”, but Ri, as close as she could come to his name. Their parents firmly believed in their culture and so Orion and the twins knew how to speak English as well as Gaelic.

The day the world had gone to hell was the day the family had gone out to celebrate Ember making really good grades in school. As they finished dinner, screams broke out from outside and as everyone in the restaurant stared in shock, a man fell through the doors, another man attached to him and trying to spit at him. As more people ran by the window being chased by others, chaos broke out. Orion scooped up Ember, her mother grabbed Willow and they ran for their car. They made it to the car without encountering anyone though one man tried to jump Orion's father though he quickly was introduced to Orion's fist. Guess those fighting lessons paid off.

The family drove through the streets and holed themselves up in their house. Their father had a habit of hoarding food and that paid off in the end. Sadly, as much as they tried to conserve it, their food ran out about a month later. Their father decided to go see what he could scavenge but unfortunately he didn't come home that night. The family waited two days, praying he would come home safely but he never did. Not able to take it anymore, their mother instructed Orion to look after the girls and headed out in search of her husband.

She didn't come home that night either.

Orion didn't know what to do. He couldn't just leave the girls there alone while he tried to find their parents but they also couldn't stay inside or they would starve. He decided they needed to leave, to go find their parents or food. He took the girl's hands and the trio quietly stuck out of their house. They used allies and other back roads to make it to a convenience store without being seen. Orion told the girls to wait quietly while he went inside. He managed to get in and out without much problem but things quickly grew dangerous when an infected woman spotted him and charged at him screaming. He grabbed Ember and Willow, taking off as more infected chased them. At one point Willow tripped and was grabbed before Orion could save her.

As her screams filled the air, Orion tucked Ember against him and ran as hard as he could. After that day, the two didn't stay in one place for too long. They got lucky for a time, not really running into danger. But their luck had to run out at some point. They meet another survivor but it was anything but a happy meeting. The trigger-happy man went by the "shoot first, ask questions later" philosophy and managed to clip Orion in the side. The siblings managed to hide in the forest but Ember only knew basic first-aid and soon Orion's wound grew infected.

He passed away a week later and Ember was left to wander the forest by herself. It was then that she meet the marines from the Rig and now here she is.

[Darkwolfsoul010]

Name: Nataliya Arnikova
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Nationality: Latvian/Russian
Surviving Family: A brother, maybe?
Former Occupation: Worked on a farm with her grandparents
Appearance: Nataliya, or Nat for short, is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work.

Backstory:
My whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small country of Latvia when I was very little. I remember very little of that time, but I do remember the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. My grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all of us, all 15 or 16 of us, lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, my parents bought an apartment in the city, but I chose to stay with Papa and Nana.

On the farm we had two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and the various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. My grandparents were old, and Papa had suffered a stroke back in Russia so his mobility was limited. But together we planted fruits and vegetables, we looked after our small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Because of this, I’m good at identifying plants, hunting and I can chop some wood pretty good if I do say so myself.

Living in this remote area, we obviously didn’t get much TV or phone connections. I talked to my parents every few weeks but that was all. Our nearest neighbor was a 15 minute walk away, and the only grocery store in the area was a 30 minute bike ride through the country. That… that’s why we didn’t hear about the infection. My grandparents probably wouldn’t have believed the news anyways, they were old fashioned like that.
One day I came home from a walk and Papa.. my grandfather was acting very strange. Nana was doting over him, saying he was sick and he must rest. She tried to feed him. In a flash he was on her and.. and.

I’m sorry, I really don’t want to talk about that anymore. I ran as fast as I could, grabbed my bike and a few supplies and was gone. I didn’t know what was happening, but soon I started seeing those.. those things, just like my Grandpa, all over. They just kept multiplying. My neighbors, the store owner, nowhere was safe. I went to the only place I knew, the forest behind my house. I biked and walked through there for days.. weeks. I stayed close to the edge, where all the farms were, and occasionally went out to scavenge for food. I slept in the trees. Turns out, those things can’t climb very well. And if they can, they make enough of a racket to wake me up.

I.. I don’t think my parents made it. They were never the smart ones. They probably ignored the news and kept on living their lives. My brother.. my brother is 16, and he’s always been the smartest in the family! He was a straight A student, and excelled in sports and all sorts of things.. I hope.. somehow..

I’m sorry.. can we talk about something else now?

[AbysmalDemon]

Etzer

Name: Etzer Kilono
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Nationality: From California
Surviving Family: None that he knows of
Former Occupation: Worked at a Donut Shop

Backstory: Etzer lived in California with his mother and sister. Ever since his rich dad divorced his mom and left them alone with barely any money, Etzer has been living with them. Since his mom had to work to jobs, she had the car, while his sister was put in a cheap daycare. This went on for eight months before T-1C. The daycare his sister was in was raided by those... Things, and they killed everyone in it. He then watched his mother's throat get torn open, the jugular gushing blood like a fountain. He ran, and ran. It was all he could ever think about, all he could ever do. He eventually found an abandoned house, and lived of canned food, as he didn't want to risk anything that had been left out. After a week, living in an abandoned house, Etzer was surrounded by the things. He grabbed a knife, and killed them. It was the first time he ever killed, and something triggered inside him that told him it wouldn't be the last.

Etzer moved from that house once it was torn up, and all the food was gone. He traveled, his food and water slowly diminishing, as well as his hope. The world had gone to shit, and his was on his own, the last drops of water in his bottle, stayed there until he couldn't bare it anymore and drank it. He was worn out, thirsty, hungry, weak, and soon, was almost lifeless. He laid on the ground and waited for the infected to come, but they didn't. He was left their to suffer. He was on the ground for a day. Only when he woke up, did he hear the screams of the infected around him. Only then, was he hopeful that he walls be put out of his dreadful misery. But he wasn't.

That's when the rescue teams came in. He asked and asked to be killed, but they weren't having any of it. They gave him water, and it refreshed him, replenished him, into a new person. He wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't unstable. He was Etzer, the Badass Donut Shop guy who could kill an infected person. With that cheesy moral support he gave himself, he was able to hang on, and make it to the rig, which is where his story ends. It's not the most exciting, or, 'life-saving' story, but it was what happened.

Appearance: Etzer is tall, standing at exactly 6'0. He is built strong, but what he went through wore him down, and now while he is built strong, he doesn't have the strength needed to accommodate his body. His once shoulder length brown hair, is cut short. He has soft brown eyes, but while they appear soft, they can become steel, and unforgiving at any moment. Besides his eyes, also decorating his face are many scars, indicated he's had a rough time out there.

[corneredbliss]

• Name?
  
  There was a pause, during which she looked up at M through her mascara-clumped lashes, before she inhaled deeply. He could catch a slight rolling of her eyes before she spoke. "Marla Miller."
• Gender:
  
  "Female."
• Age:
  
  "23."
• Nationality:
  
  She scoffed a little under her breath. "English - if you can't tell by my accent."
• Appearance:
  
  "Er... I'm 5'5", yeah? I'm pretty slim, even before the lack of food - unfortunately that means no boobs. I've got an alright ass, though." She smirked at her own cheekiness. "Eyes are hazel-green, hair is almost bleach blonde, with this blue streak in it." Flicking the strands with her black painted fingernail, she continued. "I've got some tattoos... And a small birthmark in the shape of Alaska on my inner left thigh."
• Surviving Family:
  
  Remaining quiet, she simply let her gaze drift away before pointedly shrugging once.
• Former Occupation:
  
  "I did lighting design and tech for local venues."
• Backstory:
  
  Pursing her lips, Marla shifted in the chair. "Umm," she breathed out, idly watching her thumbs trace circles around each other, "I was staying at my parents' for the week, and saw my mother go first. Apparently, one of her patients at the clinic accidentally sneezed in her face, and she'd been complaining about her eyes stinging... Then a few days later, she went bat shit on my step-dad... He was holding her off, shouting at me to take my sister into the room and stay there. Obviously I wasn't going to question it, so I grabbed...I grabbed Abigail's hand - Abby's my sister - and dragged her into my room, locking the door behind me..."
  
  Marla took a moment to breathe, then continued. "Her eyes were so fucking big... And she kept- she kept asking me what was happening. I mean, I didn't know fuck either so I just told her that mum was on her period and not to mind it, and I grabbed my blue headphones from the desk and fit them over her ears so that the music would drown out the screaming..."
  
  "But, you know, she was fourteen and not a complete idiot, so... Anyway, she kept the headphones on and kept quiet. I think she felt badly that I had to listen..."
  
  Marla faded into silence, and didn't resume the story until prodded by the doctor.
  
  "After James was..." She cleared her throat softly. "After my dad was done, mum tried busting down the door. That actually scared me pretty badly, and I practically jumped into Abby's arms - she had taken off the headphones by this point and just pulled me onto the bed with her." Her slender, fair hand reached up to scratch the back of her neck. "It was probably more than an hour before I guess my mum gave up... It got quiet, at least. And then, we waited."
  
  "Abby looked all of it up online and that's how we educated ourselves: about the virus, about its destruction. I crept out of the bedroom and made sure we were alone before barricading the entrance. And, er... After cleaning up what I could of my father, I let Abby join me in the rest of the place, and we survived on the canned shit they had. It must've been nearly three weeks that we stayed there... But the food wasn't going to last forever."
  
  "When I told Abigail that I would be going out to get us more, she basically threw a fit until I agreed to let her come with me. And me being a complete pussy when it comes to her... Heh. Well I fucking caved. And then she told me... More like, ordered me, not to let her become one of them." There was a pause, and a flicker of a smile across her face. "Like some goddamn teen movie." Suddenly she leaned forward on the table and hid her face behind her hands, running them down until they rested underneath her chin. "So we promised each other, that night, under that stupid kitchen lamp mum loved, that we wouldn't let each other turn."
  
  Another longer pause, followed by a click of her tongue.
  
  "Yeah, well... A few days after we grew enough balls to go out and find more supplies. We were alright for about another week, holing up in empty cars with our loot. And then we ran into an ambush at some drugstore. We got away, and I thought we were fine, but... She had a deep scratch on her right shoulder. I cleaned it out best I could..." Her eyes began to lose focus, and her voice had dropped in volume. "...It was her that told me to leave it... And she gave me... She gave me a long hug... And then, the gun..."
  
  "I did what I promised." Marla returned to herself, and finally turned her apathetic gaze back onto him.
  
  "And then your men found me before I could pull the trigger on myself."

[Frengo]

Name: Jamie Alycia Reyes

Job before all this: Michelin Chef

Location: USA, NY, Ohio

Age: 23

Appearance: Blonde long hair, sparlking blue eyes, heart warming smile, sporty

Personality: kind to everyone, super protective, badass on the street, loyal and honest, lies make her go mad, not afraid to say what has to be said, or do what has to be done, her father was a surgeon there she got her medical knowledge from, but he died of cancer when she was 19, she loves animals and is vegetarian.

Lover: Kahleen Cuthald (for 3 years), lesbian

Background: Jamie has never been one to care much for the opinions of others, and has spent the better part of her life trying to stand firmly away from the crowd. Her parent's expectations of her life meant little, and although she had always loved them, something inside her detested everything they had in store for their "little princess".

She was a smart kid, an A grade student, but with a taste for life's more colorful endevours. She would always be found hanging out with kids much older than her, and drugs became a favorite past time of her teenage-self. Not the heavy stuff though, she put the red line firmly at cocaine.

At the age of 14, she started to figure out that she wasn't quite like your average girl. Whilst her female friends doted over the class hotties, she found herself doting over aforementioned female friends. There was something that appealed to her more when it came to members of her own gender, than boys. Girls were beautiful, they had curves and oh-so-kissable skin. Men in comparison were rugged and rigid, their frames leaving little for the imagination to truly explore. The young Jamie would take a nice pair of feminine thighs over a hardened and chiseled male abdomen any day.

Her parents caught on to her quickly arising sexual orientation early, after stumbling upon her internet search history. Her mother thought it was just a phase, and her father was oddly delighted at the prospect of not having to worry about Jamie getting involved with the "wrong boy". However, when Jamie realized her secret had been uncovered, she tried desperately hard to cover her tracks. She started dating guys, and suppressing her homosexual tendencies.

This went on, until she was 19, sitting aside her father's hospital bed. Her father was a good man, kind and caring; his energy knew no bounds when it came to helping others. Yet now, there he was, riddled with cancer and undergoing a painful and undignified death. Jamie cried harder than she ever had, during this dark period of her life, but her father managed to bring this to end with the kind of advice one only reserves for his daughter.

"Jamie," he said weakly. "You're not you. You're not my daughter. The Jamie I knew was chaotic, nothing ever got her down; she spent most of her time giving me a heart attack with all those morons you kept bringing home. When she wasn't doing that, she was making her mom's life a misery by doing the exact opposite of what she was told. She didn't sit there brooding about the cards she was dealt, no, she eagerly picked up the deck and played the game. You're your own woman, and as a father's dying wish, I would have you carry on living as one. The world is your oyster, and your freedom is limited only by how much you value the opinions of others. If what they say or think doesn't fit your picture, then do away with them. Better that, than to sit in your death bed, years from now, and regret everything."

Her father passed a few hours later, and Jamie walked out of the hospital a changed woman. Or rather, a reverted woman. Her facade was set to crumble; the last few years of trying to be someone she wasn't, quickly became a bad memory.

She ended up in a cell that night, after beating her boyfriend to pulp when he touched her inappropriately at an inappropriate time. Her mother secured her bail, and the judge threw the subsequent case out, given the emotional circumstances (her father's recent death). But that was it, she was done with men, she was going back to where she came from.

With a kiss on her mom's cheek, she hopped a plane to New York, and threw herself into a simple yet ever present passion: cooking. She bounced from restaurant to restaurant, slowly acquiring qualifications and references, working her way up the culinary ladder, until BAM: she got herself a job at Jean-Georges, a Michelin star French-style restaurant. The work was hard, and the pay could've been better, but she was moments from hitting fame, and she knew it.

It was during this time that she met Kahleen, a brown haired German beauty with that kind of feminine perfection that Jamie lusted after. Their meeting was a chance one, at some bus stop on some street that she didn't remember, but they hit it off immediately. Three years of romantic bliss later, and they had themselves their own home, Jamie had gained the position of Head Cheff, and two young women were looking towards a bright future.

... Until T-1C hit the streets, and everything became a nightmare.