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Kat Mercer

"Sometimes the brightest light comes from the darkest places."

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a character in “Ashes to Ashes, Blood for Blood”, as played by Fight The Tears

Description

Name: Katerina "Kat" Mercer

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Weapons of choice: Throwing knives, any type of gun just laying around

Talents: Kat was born to be a fighter. She's extremely skilled with knives and hand-to-hand combat. She is also a pretty good artist and carries around an old sketchbook that she protects with her life, since cheap sketchbooks are hard to come by.

History: Kat was born in New South Wales, Australia to Gabriel and Clarice Mercer. She lost her mother at the age of three when her younger brother, Jude, was born. She had always believed that would be the real tragedy in her life. Until the day her world ended. Her father and brother were killed in the bombing, right in front of her. To this day, she remembers the slick blood that stained her hands as she kept pressure on her fathers's gruesome wounds, the loud screams of her brother as he was crushed by debris, and the deep cuts that still scar her hands from when she frantically tried digging him out. Kat used to believed there was good in everyone, and was often too trusting for her own good. Kat's sweet, old self died along with the billions of people who lost their lives in the bombing. After all this, she wandered around, stealing any food and supplies she could find. Kat was practically dead when Dex found her and took her under his wing. He taught her how to hunt, kill, and most importantly how to fight. Two years later, Dex was killed by a group of bandits on one of his trips to the closest town. When Kat found out, she took it upon herself to track them down. Let's just say they never lived long enough to really spend their earnings from the raid.

Personality: Although Kat is an accomplished killer, she never starts a fight. She'll only end it. Years of wandering and witnessing the awful happenings in the new world have changed her, hardening her heart and making her a little more rough around the edges than she used to be. Although she hates what the world has become and pretty much all the people in it, Kat has come to terms with the fact that nothing will ever be the way it was before the bombing. She usually hides her emotions well with her witty, sarcastic humor and convincing smile. On the rare occasion when Kat does get angry, she comes across as cold-hearted bitch. She wields her words like her blades, back up with a fierce demeanor and a stare that could make pigeons drop out of the sky in mid-flight. Being on the recieving end of her anger is never a good idea, so it's always better to stick on her good side. Being fearless is one of her biggest weaknesses and her biggest strength. Regardless of the consequences, Kat is a huge risk taker, and tends to throw caution to the wind when she sets her mind on something.

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Kat Mercer's Story

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The hot, relentless sun bore down on Kat with a vengeance as she made her way through the barren wasteland towards the town of Ashfield. The muggy wind whipped her hair around and picked up clouds of dirt mixed debris that hit her skin harshly. Pausing briefly, Kat pulled out her canteen, taking a small gulp of the little water that remained at the bottom. She had been travelling for weeks and hadn't come across another human being in almost eleven days. Kat squinted up towards the sky, noting the position of the sun and calculating the distance between her and the little town that could offer her a mat to sleep on. Possibly a hot shower, depending on how steep the price. She let out a soft sigh and adjusted the strap on her shoulder, continuing on her way.

The last conversation she'd had drifted through her mind as she walked, taking her thoughts away from the rumbling of her stomach. The man she'd talked to had told her of hope. The hope that new city, one that was unlike any place in this new world, actually existed. The guy was nuts. Hell, he even looked nuts with his beady black eyes that darted around every couple of seconds and his chewed up fingernails that he kept nibbling on as he talked. Kat didn't blame him though, she blamed this whole place. Just living could make a person crazy these days. She'd heard the rumors about this place before. Some kind of Utopia that reminded people of the old world back before everyone went bat shit crazy and tried to wipe each other out. How convenient that no one knew where it was. Except for the old man she'd come across.

Kat shook her head and wiped the thoughts from her mind, bringing her back to the present situation. She could see the outline of a little town on the horizon and she squinted slightly, hoping her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. No, she'd finally made it here, and there was a mat somewhere in that place with her name on it calling out to her.

Half an hour later, Kat stepped into an old rickety building, her sapphire eyes landing on an old woman sweeping the dusty floor. After bartering for a few minutes, Kat handed over a pack of gum, a matchbox, a canister of bullets, and three Twinkies for a room key. She made her way up the stairs and down a hallway, stopping at her door. She pushed it open and took a look around, a brief smile tilting at the corners of her lips. The mat in the corner was practically begging her to just lay down for a bit, but she needed a shower first. Setting her stuff down, she locked the door and made her way into the bathroom. She'd visit the pub tomorrow and ask around about the old man. Tonight she was in for a much needed rest.