I set fire to the rain. And I threw us into the flames Where I felt somethin' die, cause I knew that was the last time, the last time.Name:
Morgan Chelette Age:
Defensive, always has her guard up. Never one to let anyone see her weakness she hides behind an wall that has taken years to build up.Skills:
Hunting, Survival, Cooking, Archery, Guns(moderate, still needs practice), Stealth, First Aid(some bandages, and able to locate herbs), Clear thinking, and sometimes a voice of reason.Limits:
(Please check O/O's for sexual limits)She can't stand idiots or airheads, anyone who bothers her when hunting. Those that have a weak stomach, ones quick to judge others based on appearance alone. Has a hard time dealing with others due to being bullied while in school as a child and teen, even into adult hood the bulling carried. Claustrophobic, and suffers from nightmares which often leaves Morgan with only two to four hours of sleep tops. Bio:
Growing up in the woods of Louisiana, Morgan was raised to hunt and survive. Her parents, both farmers and hunters taught their only child how to live successfully off the land if the need ever came. Both of them were Doomsday enthusiast, constantly panicking and preparing for the end of the world. Though she didn't share their extreme views, she did though help her parents without question.
This naturally caused Morgan to be an outcast at the school, her odd clothing and ways making no one wish to associate with the 'creepy girl'.
Enjoying her life amongst the animals and wilderness Morgan at times forgot to watch the news, so when the disease finally reached their part of the world her family though surprised, was ready having prepared for such a day. Many came begging for help but they only turned them away, saying it was too late for them and wished them only the best.
Going into a special room built for such an occasion, they watched as countless people suffered at the hands of the unseen killer. Finally when things seemed to have calmed down the family emerged from their safe-room. Yet people in the area knew, knew that the family had food and weapons.
One day while out hunting Morgan heard several gun shots coming from the direction of her home. Rushing through the woods she arrived a few seconds to late, watching a vehicle take off with what looked like several cases of their stock pile she ran into her home. Nearly choking on the stench of blood and the sight of parents bullet ridden bodies, Morgan was in shock.
Taking her favorite bow, several arrows, plenty of guns, knives, and food she burned down the only home she ever knew. Once the place was nothing but ash and charred wood, she left and is now simply wondering around. Careful in her travels Morgan always wear a protective mask and thick leather gloves, if she does come across a corpse in her travels, she will not hesitate to burn the body to help prevent further contamination.