MacabreMoth
Musoka
Otakuforreal
Jessie Jay Decker
Biologist/Blogger
F U L L N A M E
- Jessie Jay Decker
- JJ | Jess | Decker
D A T E O F B I R T H
25; August 17th, 1991
A P P E A R A N C E
Jessie stands at a staggering five-feet and five-inches tall[5'5], weighing just over one-hundred and thirty pounds[130] pre-apocalypse. The last she checked, her measurements sat at a stable 44B-27W-35H with an hourglass figure. Fair skinned, with a progressive birthmark on her right forearm (it pretty much takes over the entire thing), apart from some seemingly randomly space freckles there are next to no other flaws to her otherwise alabaster skin. On her left wrist she has a pentacle tattoo in black, surrounded by red vines. After years of working with animals and learning about living things, she has various scars of teeth marks and claws from rather aggressive animals - including her own dog.
S K I L L S
- Identification & Tracking of Living Organisms, including edibility status
- Lightfooted & Agile, from years of training in Muay Thai, Kickboxing and Judo.
- Eidetic Memory, nothing is ever forgotten, though at times she much search her 'Memory Palace' for the answer
W E A K N E S S E S
- Love of animal life that often gets in the way of her logical judgement
- Curiosity and insatiable urge to learn
- Social awkwardness consisting of her lack of knowledge concerning human social cues
P O S S E S I O N S
- Clip point pocket knife with a black and grey camoflogue handle
- Black Swiss Army Utility Knife
- Camping Backpack packed with her camping gear
- One-man tent
- Small tarp
- Flint
- Sleeping Bag
- Extra socks
- Ten(10) feet of paracord rope
- First Aid Kit
- One sealed roll of fresh gauze
- Tenser bandage
- Half bottle of peroxide
- Box of adhesive bandages
- Unused roll of medical tape
- Tweezers & Scissors
- A photograph of her younger sisters
- Black bowie machete
- A charm necklace her sisters gave her
H I S T O R Y
The young Jessie Jay always knew she was a little bit different from the other kids around, her memory far sharper than those of her fellow students and her fallouts in social interaction leaving her with little to no friends early in her life. She graduated High School early with honors, got a scholarship and moved out of state for school. It was halfway through her first year that she got the phone call from her younger sisters saying they were orphans. Their parents had been in a head on collision with a drunk driver and died on impact. At the very least, they hadn't suffered. After this, Jessie took a year off of school, relocating the girls and herself to another area where they wouldn't have to be reminded of the man who murdered their parents. The twins were only fifteen(15) at the time. Four years later she's graduated and seeing her sisters off to college for their first semester.
Two weeks later was the first incident she had seen. She got in her truck as fast as she possibly could and drove across state to their school, barging into the dormitories in a desperate attempt to find and save the girls. What she found was her sisters corpses in their bedroom, walking and dead in the eyes. Telling herself it wasn't really them she gave them mercy, tears in her eyes for the first time in months. She stayed the night in the dorms, burying the girls bodies at first light, and gone by the afternoon. The least she could do for them was continue living, fighting and thriving in a world no longer meant for her. Now, in a town she didn't know, she finds herself trapped in a crowded church, forty four strangers around her.
Two weeks later was the first incident she had seen. She got in her truck as fast as she possibly could and drove across state to their school, barging into the dormitories in a desperate attempt to find and save the girls. What she found was her sisters corpses in their bedroom, walking and dead in the eyes. Telling herself it wasn't really them she gave them mercy, tears in her eyes for the first time in months. She stayed the night in the dorms, burying the girls bodies at first light, and gone by the afternoon. The least she could do for them was continue living, fighting and thriving in a world no longer meant for her. Now, in a town she didn't know, she finds herself trapped in a crowded church, forty four strangers around her.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Loki her two year old wolf-dog hybrid companion. Her only loved one left alive.
