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Name: Villhelmina Hilden
Nickname: Mina
Age: 28
Altered by Stim: No
Profession, Talents and Skills: Before the chaos, she was a vocalist for a successful, Norwegian, symphonic metal band. Fame didn't make her too soft, however. The necessity of the times caused her to find she was a good survivor.
Appearance: Long, bright red hair. Bright, blue eyes, a fair complexion, an attractive face, and a womanly physique.
Hometown: Oslo, Norway
Background: Mina became hooked on music at an early age. Her mother's death when she was a teenager only strengthened her drive to sing. She studied and practiced and ended up becoming a very talented and successful vocalist in a band that started with only her and a couple friends.

When the shit-hit-the-fan, Mina was on a tour of North America. She was actually performing in Tampa, Florida when the defensive stage crew and other enforcers in the area, as well as a large chunk of the massive crowd started to lose it. When she first started seeing things go wrong, she ran to her trailer. She locked herself in until all was clear. She then had to tough it out, surviving as best she could. Mostly solo, except when she got to roll with a good friend and band mate for awhile. This was until they were overrun by the now severely degraded humans that now ran the country, and perhaps the world. She had to assume he was dead. She had barely gotten away with her life. She decided it best to assume him lost forever, and that she should move on and live. It's what he would have wanted, even if he was alive. Fate had somehow brought them together somewhere in the marshy bayou in Alabama, and they were lucky to have been together for the month or so they had been. She'd been slowly making her way through the country in a northern-ish path.
Eventually, she found herself ragged and low on supplies on the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois. She decided she needed to risk death to get potential supplies inside, than remain outside of the confines of the city and most surely face her demise. Once/if she'd gotten through the city, and was recovered and well supplied once again, she would continue north. Her dear friend and band mate, who'd she'd lost what felt like ages ago, had informed her with very strong belief that there was safety up north. Far north. Signs, her faith in her childhood friend, and human hope drive her on.

Villhelmina "Mina" Hilden's Story