Kateri (Kat) CayugaThe greatest strength is gentleness.Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Healer; Medicine-woman
Skills: Cultivation of natural medicines; proficient at planting, fishing, and hunting; identifying edible or otherwise useful plants; trilingual - she can speak English, French, and Kanien'keha (Mohawk language).
Flaws: Kat's father is a traditionalist chief of the Mohawk nation, and she was raised on a very closed off area of the reservation. Because of this, she is ignorant to much of the modern world. She cannot drive a car and has almost no working knowledge of modern technology. She can be stubborn and close minded.
Firearm proficiency: Probably a 3. She has not used firearms as of yet, but she is familiar and skilled with other projectile weapons that she would likely be quick to learn.
Weapons: The obligatory bow and arrows (though currently in ill repair, no bow string and only three arrows left), an ivory dagger, and a small throwing tomahawk.
Equipment: A belt containing several pouches of various herbs. (I will make a more detailed list after a bit of research.)
Apparel: The black cropped top and leather jacket she has come to favor, as well as a pair of (not pictured) ripped, fitted jeans.
She also carries a traditional Mohawk attire, the boots she wears all the time.
Personality:Kat has a generally kind in nurturing nature, preferring to heal and create than to harm and destroy. Contrasting with this, she does come from a warrior people; when the time calls for it, she can turn merciless and single-minded. She is not squeamish or fearful, and she possesses quick, intelligent mind, even if she is considered rather ignorant by most people's standards.
Backstory: It wasn't until three weeks ago that the sickness reached the remote reaches of the reservation. When the first zombies appeared, her father had roused the rest of the tribe to eliminate the invaders. As the first of the wounded were brought to her, she realized what this really was: a sickness. A disease that could not be healed or evaded. Their only choice was to flee.
Her father's pride would not allow it. He continued to order the tribe to combat the zombies and wave after wave fell before the flesh-eaters, like the tide against the rocks. As her entire way of life crumbled before her and the members of her once proud tribe, one by one, began to turn, Kat did the only thing she could do: she fled.
Other:***Disclaimer.
I am learning about the Mohawk nation as I go. I apologize in advanced for any inaccuracies, misinterpretations, generalizations, and all-out falsehoods. It's just a story, folks.
Torix
