Name: She's not sure of it. So she named herself Crest.
Appearance: She stands at about 5'5" and has jet black hair and brown eyes. She has relatively light skin, and is missing the index finger of her left hand. She wears a brown leather outfit, exposing a large tatoo of some kind of tribal symbol on her shoulder. The remnants of what used to be leather armor hang off of her lower half, but she's pretty much discarded her armor completely (it was falling apart and useless)
Age: she isn't sure of this either. (is actually 23)
Personality: Friendly and outgoing, tends to say some sarcastic things when she probably shouldn't. She is a remarkably quick learner, and with given time, she can actually form complex strategies.
Faction: Not that she knows of.
Equipment: Three combat knives, a machete, and a Chinese officer's sword. She also carries bandages, rubbing alcohol, a sewing needle, dental floss, and a lighter.
Skills: Treating wounds, fighting with knives and swords, strategy.
History: She can't remember a single thing. She woke up about six hours ago with no memory of who she was, where she was or what was happening. She had a huge bleeding gash on her head, which apparently she somehow knew how to treat. So she started to head towards.. somewhere that wasn't where she was. On the way, she was attacked by raiders, and instinct kicked in. She defended herself with her swords, unfortunately getting shot in the shoulder and arm twice. She scarcely managed to survive the attack and treat her wounds. Severely weakened, she is now searching for somewhere safe to rest and regain her strength before attempting to figure out exactly who she is and where she came from. (she is fighting a losing battle, let me tell you XD)
Appearance: She stands at about 5'5" and has jet black hair and brown eyes. She has relatively light skin, and is missing the index finger of her left hand. She wears a brown leather outfit, exposing a large tatoo of some kind of tribal symbol on her shoulder. The remnants of what used to be leather armor hang off of her lower half, but she's pretty much discarded her armor completely (it was falling apart and useless)
Age: she isn't sure of this either. (is actually 23)
Personality: Friendly and outgoing, tends to say some sarcastic things when she probably shouldn't. She is a remarkably quick learner, and with given time, she can actually form complex strategies.
Faction: Not that she knows of.
Equipment: Three combat knives, a machete, and a Chinese officer's sword. She also carries bandages, rubbing alcohol, a sewing needle, dental floss, and a lighter.
Skills: Treating wounds, fighting with knives and swords, strategy.
History: She can't remember a single thing. She woke up about six hours ago with no memory of who she was, where she was or what was happening. She had a huge bleeding gash on her head, which apparently she somehow knew how to treat. So she started to head towards.. somewhere that wasn't where she was. On the way, she was attacked by raiders, and instinct kicked in. She defended herself with her swords, unfortunately getting shot in the shoulder and arm twice. She scarcely managed to survive the attack and treat her wounds. Severely weakened, she is now searching for somewhere safe to rest and regain her strength before attempting to figure out exactly who she is and where she came from. (she is fighting a losing battle, let me tell you XD)
