- Name: Jocelyn O'Mally
- Gender: Female
- Sexuality: Straight
- Personality: Extroverted, Analytical
- Primary Skills (2 max): Tinkerer, Archer
- Weapons (1 Primary) Longbow (2 Secondary): Knife, Snares
Jocelyn O'Mally grew up before the Blackout. She was a precocious child, the daughter of an Irish-American father and a black American mother. Her father was an engineer for one of L.A.'s better-known construction and architectural firms. From an early age she showed an aptitude for mathematics and mechanics. She was enrolled in a private school. In 2012, she developed a yen for archery, inspired by The Hunger Games, one of the last movies she liked. Archery appealed to her sense of mechanics, and she loved tinkering with the longbow, getting the pull and calibration just right. She made her own arrowheads, and bows from kits. She was 16, just finishing her junior year in high school. She had entered in an electronics project into the Physics Club challenge, and had won first place.
She would remember for the rest of her lift what happened, when she and her parents were walking out to the car a little after nine, almost an hour after sundown, discussing where they were going to do dinner to celebrate. The school parking lot was in the Hollywood hills, overlooking the glittering metropolis of Los Angeles. She had gotten into the minivan, proudly into the driver's seat, having just got her permit two weeks ago. Her mother was next to her, father riding dutifully in the back. She started the engine, and put the minivan into gear.
Then the engine died. She was a bit flustered. "Just start it up again," her mother said, and she turned the key. Nothing.
"Mom, why aren't the dashboard lights on?"
"Must be the battery," her father said. "Or maybe the alternator. I'm going to give that mechanic--"
"--a piece of my mind, he was a trainee and I told--"
"--the service writer I didn't want a new guy--"
"DAD! THE WHOLE CITY IS GOING DARK!"
"What do you mean, the whole city?"
And so it was. Jocelyn and her parents looked through the windshield as the great city of Los Angeles flickered and died. It took about eighty seconds. Whole city blocks flickered, then went out. The lights in the school parking lot died. The traffic signal on the boulevard at the corner of the school started blinking red in all directions, and then was extinguished. The million artificial little stars that had been L.A., went out. The blinking red lights on the radio towers on the hill died. The Hollywood sign became HO Y D, and then nothing. In the end, a single skyscraper stood as a lone candle, making a last stand against the dark. Bravely, it alone was illuminated for about fifteen seconds. Then it, too, was gone. Looking around, Jocelyn could hear other families struggling with other cars, see them silhouetted against the deepening twilight sky.
"I'll call Shirley, see if she can come pick us up," Jocelyn said, taking her cell phone out of her purse. It was dark. "I just charged this thing before we left." Her father reached for his iPhone. Nothing.
The family walked the mile or so back home. The moon came up over the far hills, providing enough light. Her father muttered darkly about EMP, and how they would probably get nuked, but it never happened....