Full Name:
Tamara Lynn Goldwin "It's weird, oh well deal with it."
Nickname:
Tamy. "It's short for Tamara. Duh."
Age:
19
Gender:
Female. "Duh use your eyes please?"
Role:
Immune
Personality:
"Pull up a chair. I'm a complicated person." Tamy is one of those girls who rebels against anything that she doesn't believe in, and doesn't take orders with a smile. Unlike her sister she is strong willed, outgoing, brave and strong hearted. As her life was crashing down around her and her sister she stepped up and took responsibility of taking care of her sister putting her emotions aside to worry about Willow's. "I'll be fine. I just need to get you out of here." Tamy has never truly let anyone into her life in fear of getting hurt. "I don't have time for other peoples drama."
Once you get to know Tamy she can also be kind, caring, and protective. "No one touches my sister." She tries her best to understand everyone's point of view but ensures that her opinion is strongly voiced. She would never ever leave a friend behind and does her best to ignore her own injuries to help others. "Don't make me come over there and carry your ass."
Keep in mind though that Tamy has a rough side to her too. You make one wrong move and Tamy has her eyes on you until you earn her trust, which is nearly impossible. "People are natural born liars." First impressions she may come off as rude, harsh, and careless.
Weapon:
"My dad had always been a gun collector, and my mom was a big fan of them. But me? Archery is my thing."
Pistols
SIG Sauer® Centerfire 226 x2
Smith & Wesson® M&P
Glock Generation 4
Bows
Mathews Jewel
Knives
To many to count.
Inventory:
Ammo, arrows, first aid kit, canned food, water, ipod with charger and headphones, "There has to be some electricity." cigarettes, lighters, matches. "Am i forgetting anything?"
Skills:
Won state archery competition, 2 years in kickboxing, cooking, sewing, can double as a nurse when needed.
History:
"Let me just warn you... It's not a happy story of a happy family." Tamara and her sister Willow were born to a small, but happy family in a small, but friendly Wisconsin town. Her mother, Laila Smith was a pretty Native American woman who had lived on a reserve with her tribe her entire life until Johnathon Goldwin came sweeping through. The two of the fell in love instantly, and Laila left everything behind to be with him, moving to a tiny farmtown in Wisconsin. John and Laila were married and, not a year later, Laila discovered she was pregnant with twins. Tamara and Willow.
Though she may have been born into a happy family, she was raised in a broken home. Eight years after her birth, Tamara's fathers job called for him to move to New York. The family would have to pack up and start all over somewhere new. Somewhere completely alien. Her mother refused to go to the city. She'd already left her life behind once for him, she was not about to do it again. She had never been a centimeter inside city borders and she explained to Tamara's father that New York would probably send her into shock. This made Johnathon angry.
In the middle of the night, he left, taking Willow, Tamara, and the new, two-year old Jenna with him, leaving her mother to wake up utterly alone. Throughout the long drive there, the girls's father didn't stop. He just kept driving and driving, anger fueling him late into the night, and when he could hardly keep his eyes open, he'd simply pop open a beer, grow even more angry, and keep going. So, one night at midnight, while the three children slept peacefully in the back seat, Johnathon Rinehart swerved into an oncoming semi truck.
Everyone died but Willow and Tamara. They made it out with scars and bruises, but still very much alive. Jenna had been thrown through the windshield and John's neck snapped upon impact. Her fathers body had been crushed so badly it was hardly recognizable. And remarkably, eight-year-old's Tamara and Willow were still alive, every bone in their little bodies intact. Even if her family no longer was.
News of the crash reached her mother and the twins were sent home to a broken woman. While she was too young to truly grasp what had happened, Laila Goldwin had lost a husband and a child in one night, the last conversation she'd ever had with him had been shrieked at the top of her lungs. Laila was diagnosed with depression and for the next eleven years of her life, Tamara was lucky if she could get her mother out of her room. Some days were good days and the woman sang beautifully while making pancakes and laughing with her daughters. Others, Willow and Tamara were lucky if her mother would brush her hair or set down her drink to look them in the eye.
Tamara went to work at local resturaunts and bars at the age of fifteen to try and help with the families financial problems, but it just wasn't enough. And that is when Willow had gone into modeling. At first Tamara had to constantly work with her sister and help encourage her to start modeling, even though she knew it was a big risk. It required moving to the city, the exact thing that tore the family apart in the first place, but it was the only way they could get the money they needed, so of course Tamy pushed Willow into it knowing she'd have her back when she needed it.
Not long after Willow began her modeling things began to head for the better. They had enough money to help their mother and a little extra. Tamy had paid for personal fight and archery trainers and soon became state champion in her archery division. But all this time she had been working herself she didn't realize that the modeling agents had been working Willow to the point she began starving herself to fit their expectations. Tamy worked quickly to help her sisterout of the phase ensuring her that she was perfect the way she was.
Every now and then Tamy would join Willow and help out here and there at the hospital, but not very offten due to the constant work she put into her training. Things went on normally until one night she was woken to her mothers sobs once again. Yawning she sat up in bed and sighed hearing that Willow was already up and taking care of her mother. Tamy w ready to lay back down when all of the sudden she heard Willow start screaming along with this terrible inhuman screaching. Quickly she grabbed the Glock Generation 4 that she always had under her pillow and rushed into the room opening fire serveral times on the mangled creature until she managed a lucky shot into the back of it's neck. It wasn't until after the thing was dead that she realized it was her mother. Tamy didn't have time to ask any questions, Willow needed help and she needed help fast. Tamy did her best to patch Willa up and once she was strong enough to move they raided the hospital and got the hell out of there.
Theme Song(s):
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getter hotter
Body's getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to
I look inside of myself, and try to find someone else.
Someone who's willing to die, Instead of watching you cry for help.
I know that blood will be spilled, and if you wont - then I will.
My grave will never be filled, It's either kill or be killed.
So let heaven be told, that some may come some may go,
where I'll end up, I don't know. But I ain't dying alone,
I keep on asking the question, ''can I be saved by confession?'',
you see this blood on my hands at least they’re still reaching their heaven
I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep
and when you look in my eyes i’ll be the last thing you see
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getting hotter,
Body’s getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to
Hurt turned into blood, and the blood keeps on pouring,
From every pour I wipe it up, this is just to be demoted from:
Now someone started dying, I’m my only opponent?
'Cause I will watch my baby cry, So I keep on just going.
Am I a man or a beast, it’s mother nature at least,
watch humanity cease, Cause it's our human disease.
You got to kill what you gotta kill, Yeah that's what they say.
And I can go against God's will, You better pray.
'Cause I'm an angel, a demon.
Yeah I'm hell and I'm heaven. I'm everything you couldn't be,
now you believe in the devil.
I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep
And when the dirt hits the coffin - Just go to sleep.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getter hotter
Body's getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die
Now that I see, I see You buried. Six feet below.
Another life, goes into the night. I couldn't let him breathe, 'Cause I didn't wanna die...
Now that I see, I see You buried... Six feet below.
It's not alright... Can't you hear me as I cry? I couldn't let you live, 'Cause I didn't wanna die...
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
no, I don't wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die – so you’re gonna have to
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Other:
Tamara Lynn Goldwin "It's weird, oh well deal with it."
Nickname:
Tamy. "It's short for Tamara. Duh."
Age:
19
Gender:
Female. "Duh use your eyes please?"
Role:
Immune
Personality:
"Pull up a chair. I'm a complicated person." Tamy is one of those girls who rebels against anything that she doesn't believe in, and doesn't take orders with a smile. Unlike her sister she is strong willed, outgoing, brave and strong hearted. As her life was crashing down around her and her sister she stepped up and took responsibility of taking care of her sister putting her emotions aside to worry about Willow's. "I'll be fine. I just need to get you out of here." Tamy has never truly let anyone into her life in fear of getting hurt. "I don't have time for other peoples drama."
Once you get to know Tamy she can also be kind, caring, and protective. "No one touches my sister." She tries her best to understand everyone's point of view but ensures that her opinion is strongly voiced. She would never ever leave a friend behind and does her best to ignore her own injuries to help others. "Don't make me come over there and carry your ass."
Keep in mind though that Tamy has a rough side to her too. You make one wrong move and Tamy has her eyes on you until you earn her trust, which is nearly impossible. "People are natural born liars." First impressions she may come off as rude, harsh, and careless.
Weapon:
"My dad had always been a gun collector, and my mom was a big fan of them. But me? Archery is my thing."
Pistols
SIG Sauer® Centerfire 226 x2
Smith & Wesson® M&P
Glock Generation 4
Bows
Mathews Jewel
Knives
To many to count.
Inventory:
Ammo, arrows, first aid kit, canned food, water, ipod with charger and headphones, "There has to be some electricity." cigarettes, lighters, matches. "Am i forgetting anything?"
Skills:
Won state archery competition, 2 years in kickboxing, cooking, sewing, can double as a nurse when needed.
History:
"Let me just warn you... It's not a happy story of a happy family." Tamara and her sister Willow were born to a small, but happy family in a small, but friendly Wisconsin town. Her mother, Laila Smith was a pretty Native American woman who had lived on a reserve with her tribe her entire life until Johnathon Goldwin came sweeping through. The two of the fell in love instantly, and Laila left everything behind to be with him, moving to a tiny farmtown in Wisconsin. John and Laila were married and, not a year later, Laila discovered she was pregnant with twins. Tamara and Willow.
Though she may have been born into a happy family, she was raised in a broken home. Eight years after her birth, Tamara's fathers job called for him to move to New York. The family would have to pack up and start all over somewhere new. Somewhere completely alien. Her mother refused to go to the city. She'd already left her life behind once for him, she was not about to do it again. She had never been a centimeter inside city borders and she explained to Tamara's father that New York would probably send her into shock. This made Johnathon angry.
In the middle of the night, he left, taking Willow, Tamara, and the new, two-year old Jenna with him, leaving her mother to wake up utterly alone. Throughout the long drive there, the girls's father didn't stop. He just kept driving and driving, anger fueling him late into the night, and when he could hardly keep his eyes open, he'd simply pop open a beer, grow even more angry, and keep going. So, one night at midnight, while the three children slept peacefully in the back seat, Johnathon Rinehart swerved into an oncoming semi truck.
Everyone died but Willow and Tamara. They made it out with scars and bruises, but still very much alive. Jenna had been thrown through the windshield and John's neck snapped upon impact. Her fathers body had been crushed so badly it was hardly recognizable. And remarkably, eight-year-old's Tamara and Willow were still alive, every bone in their little bodies intact. Even if her family no longer was.
News of the crash reached her mother and the twins were sent home to a broken woman. While she was too young to truly grasp what had happened, Laila Goldwin had lost a husband and a child in one night, the last conversation she'd ever had with him had been shrieked at the top of her lungs. Laila was diagnosed with depression and for the next eleven years of her life, Tamara was lucky if she could get her mother out of her room. Some days were good days and the woman sang beautifully while making pancakes and laughing with her daughters. Others, Willow and Tamara were lucky if her mother would brush her hair or set down her drink to look them in the eye.
Tamara went to work at local resturaunts and bars at the age of fifteen to try and help with the families financial problems, but it just wasn't enough. And that is when Willow had gone into modeling. At first Tamara had to constantly work with her sister and help encourage her to start modeling, even though she knew it was a big risk. It required moving to the city, the exact thing that tore the family apart in the first place, but it was the only way they could get the money they needed, so of course Tamy pushed Willow into it knowing she'd have her back when she needed it.
Not long after Willow began her modeling things began to head for the better. They had enough money to help their mother and a little extra. Tamy had paid for personal fight and archery trainers and soon became state champion in her archery division. But all this time she had been working herself she didn't realize that the modeling agents had been working Willow to the point she began starving herself to fit their expectations. Tamy worked quickly to help her sisterout of the phase ensuring her that she was perfect the way she was.
Every now and then Tamy would join Willow and help out here and there at the hospital, but not very offten due to the constant work she put into her training. Things went on normally until one night she was woken to her mothers sobs once again. Yawning she sat up in bed and sighed hearing that Willow was already up and taking care of her mother. Tamy w ready to lay back down when all of the sudden she heard Willow start screaming along with this terrible inhuman screaching. Quickly she grabbed the Glock Generation 4 that she always had under her pillow and rushed into the room opening fire serveral times on the mangled creature until she managed a lucky shot into the back of it's neck. It wasn't until after the thing was dead that she realized it was her mother. Tamy didn't have time to ask any questions, Willow needed help and she needed help fast. Tamy did her best to patch Willa up and once she was strong enough to move they raided the hospital and got the hell out of there.
Theme Song(s):
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getter hotter
Body's getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to
I look inside of myself, and try to find someone else.
Someone who's willing to die, Instead of watching you cry for help.
I know that blood will be spilled, and if you wont - then I will.
My grave will never be filled, It's either kill or be killed.
So let heaven be told, that some may come some may go,
where I'll end up, I don't know. But I ain't dying alone,
I keep on asking the question, ''can I be saved by confession?'',
you see this blood on my hands at least they’re still reaching their heaven
I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep
and when you look in my eyes i’ll be the last thing you see
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getting hotter,
Body’s getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to
Hurt turned into blood, and the blood keeps on pouring,
From every pour I wipe it up, this is just to be demoted from:
Now someone started dying, I’m my only opponent?
'Cause I will watch my baby cry, So I keep on just going.
Am I a man or a beast, it’s mother nature at least,
watch humanity cease, Cause it's our human disease.
You got to kill what you gotta kill, Yeah that's what they say.
And I can go against God's will, You better pray.
'Cause I'm an angel, a demon.
Yeah I'm hell and I'm heaven. I'm everything you couldn't be,
now you believe in the devil.
I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep
And when the dirt hits the coffin - Just go to sleep.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getter hotter
Body's getting colder
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die
Now that I see, I see You buried. Six feet below.
Another life, goes into the night. I couldn't let him breathe, 'Cause I didn't wanna die...
Now that I see, I see You buried... Six feet below.
It's not alright... Can't you hear me as I cry? I couldn't let you live, 'Cause I didn't wanna die...
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
no, I don't wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die – so you’re gonna have to
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Other: