Name: Parker "PJ" Jessler
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Occupation: Special Forces
Personality: Reserved, guarded, loyal, personally reckless, independent, sarcastic, and hates to see others hurt. She pays close attention to detail, and feels most comfortable with a weapon in her hands and her face covered. Doesn't talk much about herself, but doesn't shy away from what her experiences have taught her. Doesn't even bat an eye at violence, but extensively avoids emotional talking.
Appearance: Parker wears her field uniform, only occasionally taking her jacket off, revealing her tan, tight t-shirt underneath. Her hair is dusty black, short and shaggy, enough that it'll be in her eyes if it gets wet. It typically sticks up in all directions like bedhead. Parker also still wears her dog tags.
Background: Parker grew up in the foster care system with her younger brother, Chance. He was two years younger than her. With each home they were shifted to, Parker did her best to protect her brother. She took the beatings and ridicule and bullies. That's first how she learned to fight, and for a while, everything was okay. Parker didn't have a lot of friends since the duo moved to a different house every eight months or so. When she turned fourteen, they were separated. Parker did her best to get back to him, stealing their files from their social worker, getting kicked out of homes and schools, hoping to at least be nearby for him. Chance managed to get mixed up in the wrong crowd by then. When Parker turned seventeen, she joined the Army, with a guardian signature, and planned on taking her brother back after her first tour. While she was in Basic Training, she received a letter that Chance had been shot in an armed robbery, he was the assailant.
She was never the same after that. Parker completely engrossed herself into the military, quickly gaining ranks and being recruited for Special Forces. Parker had just completed her mission and was stateside for three days when the plague hit. It didn't take long for her to demand to be put on active duty to help with order, but with people literally dying left and right, the military didn't have enough manpower to take control again. In three weeks, Parker found herself wandering the barren wasteland, devoid of civilization. In some ways, she was comfortable with this because it was a lot like being back on her missions. It saved her from having to readjust herself to civilian life, which she wasn't sure was possible.