Full name: Katchinah Kayna Dwam
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Personality: Despite looking like she just crawled from some burnt-out hole in the ground after being shot and chased, Katchinah is very bright and peppy. One could go out on a limb and say she is too much so, but in the wasteland, it's good to see a soft, carefree smile. The indian is usually very happy, and eager to meet other people. While admittedly this gets her in trouble most of the time, she ends up enjoying it in the end. And really, that is her goal in the end. Having a good time. She knows she's not exactly the most likely to survive, so while she does, she is sure to enjoy what she can. She loves to joke around with friend, and really try and make them forget that they're in a terrible situation.
Despite being so cheery, it's not uncommon for her to be frightened either. Not so much of zombies, honestly, but of people. Particularly big, scary looking ones. She's visibly nervous (quivering and stuttering) around those whom intimidate her. This is due to her past experience, and she is particularly fearful of ex-military. It is very common for her to stalk people she is thinking about confronting, watching them from the shadows, and seeing if they're dangerous.
She has an undying sense of self preservation, and more than likely will flee if it is just her in a fight. However, when push comes to shove, she tries her best to steady her gun, and protect her friends when she has to.
Appearance: A more rugged, ragged and tattered person, one would be challenged to find, as the little indian girl that stands before you is testament to the harshness that comes from the wastelands.
Katchinah has a rough, dirty complexion, with moderately tanned skin. Her face is dusted with dark freckles across her cheeks and her nose. Her facial features are soft, and tired looking, almost as if currently exhausted, but the way she almost always bears smirk or smile says otherwise. There are wrinkles under her eyes from fatigue, and it's clear she hasn't had much rest. Katchinah's hair is a sandy blonde, dirty from the lack of hygiene, but at least it is put up nicely. The golden locks are pulled up into a tribal bun, with braids hanging off to either side. These braids often have beads, or twine woven into them, to give her hair a bright, outstanding depth. The indian girl has light scarring on her face, across her right cheek, and right brow. Few of these scars really look that old, but none are fresh. Katchinah's left nostril is pierced with a steel hoop, as is the right corner of her bottom lip. On the right side of her face, dark navy facial tattoos span around her eye socket. The tribal meaning for the pattern of arrows is to symbolize that her eyes are open to the world, and that she is more perceptive and wise than she lets on. Surprisingly her ears remain unpierced, although her left one has a triangular wedge perfectly removed from it.
Katchinah's body is almost astonishing to look at. To think a little girl could withstand so much.
To start, she is roughly 5'2; very short, but slightly broad, weighing close to 120 lbs. Her shoulders looked to be a little wider than most girl's- not by a whole lot, but it is clear she was an "A" type body. Decending from her shoulder was her rather slender chest, bearing a very modest, and small bust; perhaps an A-Cup, but a very small one if that. Her belly is flat, and moderately toned. However, what stands most out about her body is that she is actually missing her left arm; seemingly removed at the shoulder, sewn and sealed. The wound has had much time to heal, as it has completely scarred over. Her only arm is slightly muscular, bearing lean muscle instead of bulk. Her hips and backside are unflattering to say the least, and her legs are very athletic; obvious that she runs a lot. and ending her body are quite large feet. All across her tanned, dirty skin are injuries - most of them minor, and some very recent. Scrapes here and there, cuts, bruises, and plenty of scars. None serious, but it's not uncommon to see her with band-aids and makeshift bandages tied around herself.
Clothing wise, Katchinah only has one change of clothes, and they're getting quite dirty, and fairly ragged. Around her neck are countless charms, necklaces, beads, frills, and bands... about ten of them. Some of them are quarter-machine junk-pieces, while others seem to be authentic hand-made necklaces. Katchinah's upper body is covered by a brown tank top, with a sports-bra underneath. Her forearm is covered by elbow-length fingerless knuckle-duster gloves; the black leather worn. Across her covered wrist are charms, like the ones that cover her neck. These ones often jingle slightly if she moves very suddenly. Her right elbow is covered by a thick plastic pad, like one worn for skateboarding. Her lower body is covered by a pair of khaki denim shorts, reaching down to her mid-thigh, and her pockets rattle with spare shotgun shells as she walks. She has a holstered Glock 19 on her right hip. Running up her legs, to over the knee are rainbow-striped socks, which are still quite bright despite age. And her big, indian feet are covered up by black combat boots that reach to her knees.
Likes/dislikes:
Music
The wind
Causality; being very casual about everything, and not caring about manners around her.
Dogs
Revolvers
--
Military Personal/Law Enforcement
Cold Weather
Extremely loud weapons (chainsaws, weapons above .308win or .357 Magnum usually bother her ears)
Water (Hydrophobic)
Needles
Short history:
While detail could be gone into - keeping it brief is much preferred. She should tell her story.
She was originally from New Mexico. No mother, and an overprotective, ritualistic father. She was taught the way of her Apache ancestors, with modern twists. She does not believe in a god, but instead, believes in nature. Particularly the WIND. She prays to the wind, and it 'talks' to her.
When the apocalyptic disease struck, she and her father packed up, and headed for DC in their vehicle; their jeep. After a week of travel, and the decent into chaos, she and her father are attacked by Highwaymen, most of them ex-military and AWOL soldiers. Katchinah's father killed, and Katchinah herself was taken prisoner. During this time, Katchinah would lose her left arm. After two weeks of being prisoner, she had managed to escape, stealing some supplies, and a vehicle in the process.
Katchinah, alone, would meet up on the road with a travelling caravan; headed towards DC. Deciding to travel with them, they 'adopt' her into their group. Whilst in this group, Katchinah learns moderate survival skills, and toughens up considerably. She also learns how to get by with only one arm. After two months, the group that she'd been captured by struck again; Katchinah this time escaping their grasp with the help of her Caravan friends. Still, to this day, she is being chased by these thugs. However, she's been hiding in town from town - ducking in for a few days, then moving to the next.
