Name: Amethyst "Amie" Jane
Amie held a 4.0 GPA through all four years of high school. Developing a deep interest in modern medicine, she transferred to med school immediately afterwards, paid in full by a scholarship. Over the summer she took a three-month EMT course and worked in a hospital at an intern, filing paperwork and adjusting to the atmosphere. Two weeks before she moved into new dormitory, rumors spread of some kind of disease that had started up. Before she knew it, hospital everywhere were flooded with patients. Whatever it was, it traveled fast and killed faster. Amie found herself working full-time at the hospital, now dealing with corpses instead of files. It was far more macabre than she was prepared for. More than anyone was prepared for.
It was inevitable, really. The doctors who weren't infected were unable to keep up with the sick people. Panic lead to fear, which soon lead to violence against the doctors and staff who weren't able to cure the disease. Supplies were depleted, staff were exhausted, and Amie, along with everyone else, was excused from duty in the interest of her personal safety and her inability to help. Amie returned to the local rescue squad, only to find it destroyed. Protesters, insane with fear, had firebombed it. One of them spotted her, still wearing her white jacket with her temporary ID badge tagged to the front, and threw a brick at her, missing her head by inches. Amie had gone from a promising medical student to an outcast, hated for her inability to fix everything magically and instantly.
Amie ditched the jacket and headed for home, the last safe place she knew of. She arrived to find the door locked and her parents gone. A letter taped to the front door, written in her mother's flowing cursive, filled her in: the hospital staff informed them that Amie was deceased, claimed by the disease she had worked to cure, and under threat of escalating violence, they had been evacuated with everyone else. If it wasn't true, they told her to come to the nearest safe haven. The house key was taped to the back of it, so she let herself in, grabbing a handful of supplies and stuffing them into her school backpack. To her further dismay, Amie found the haven, which was little more than an apartment building guarded by a wire fence and gate, in ruins. Several days of searching turned up only a handful of shell-shocked citizens, who let her know that anarchy had fallen on the States. Nowhere was safe anymore. Distraught and exhausted, Amie collapsed.
She spent years in the remains of the haven, helping people who were actually grateful for medical assistance. They formed a small community, her and about eighteen other people, and little by little the building was rebuilt. Debris was cleared out, windows were boarded up, and plumbing was restored (something that everyone was particularly grateful for). The survivors took turns on guard and scavenging duty, except for Amie. Her skill was invaluable, so she remained almost exclusively at the haven, though she occasionally joining a scavenging party to hunt for more medical supplies. Over time, the numbers dwindled as others decided to try to go back home, at least to see if it was still there. None of them ever returned. Did they make it back, or...? She tried not to think about it.
Gender: F
Age: 34
Personality: Optimistic Realist. Amie's well aware of how bleak things are, but she manages to maintain a good view of things. Being miserable and depressed won't get her anywhere, no matter how bad it gets, so she tries to keep her head up and smile if she can. Amie is bright and intelligent, and has a good bit of practical know-how besides her training in medicine. She learns easily and adjusts to circumstances if possible. Her faults come in strength and defense. Amie is not very strong, and she's pacifistic to a fault. She refuses to carry a lethal weapon and sides on using her brains to get out of things. Amie is also too quick to trust, and can make the mistake of assuming others are as cooperative as she is.
Description: Caucasian. Medium height and build (over a decade of travelling has given her a decent amount of muscle). Straight, dirty blonde hair that travels a little past her neckline. Bright blue eyes. Wears a faded army jacket, a black t-shirt, blue jeans, grey sneakers and a pair of gloves that she cut the fingers off of. She has a ball chain necklace with a single dog tag stamped "AMIE" and two small holes in each ear where they used to be pierced (she removed them years long ago).
Here's a rough digital sketch:
Possessions:
- Faded camouflage army jacket
- Black t-shirt
- Blue jeans
- Sneakers
- Black fingerless gloves
- Cheap pair of blue-tinted polarized sunglasses in a zippered soft case
- Cheap metal wristwatch that doesn't work anymore and is frozen at 10:00 PM
- Small pocket Bible with Psalms, Proverbs, and the New Testament
Equipment:
- Mercury Crimson High Sierra XBT TSA backpack
- Steel-rimmed reading glasses in a hard case
- Small medical kit in a green cross-shoulder satchel with a red cross stamped on it
- Food: Two granola bars, one bag of beef jerky, two bottles of water, one steel thermos containing coffee (for emergencies, according to her)
- ASP 21' expandable baton (
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- ASP baton scabbard (
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- Leather Wingman Multi Tool:
420HC Combo Knife, Bottle Opener, Can Opener, Medium Screwdriver Package Opener, Phillips Screwdriver, Ruler (1 In/2.54 Cm), Small Screwdriver, Spring-action Needle Nose Pliers, Spring-action Regular Pliers, Spring-action Scissors, Spring-action Wire Cutters, Wire Stripper, Wood/metal FileNotes:
1. Amie is a saved Christian and reads her personal Bible on the daily. It's the only thing she has complete trust in.
2. Amie has some experience using an extendable baton in a fight. Not enough to earn a belt in a martial art, but some.
3. As part of her degree, Amie became a registered EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). She has significant medical expertise, especially with first aid and emergency treatment, though she has a weak stomach and can't handle gore.
4. Amie sleeps heavily and isn't easily woken up. Don't expect her to catch an intruder unless they're wearing metal boots.
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