Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Clothing: Artie normally wears shorts and a baggy hoodie, but she carries sweatpants and a tank top in her bag
Likes: Chocolate, Dancing in moonlight, being carefree, music, writing/documenting her life
Dislikes: Having her life stolen from her, remorse, death, meat, being in large groups, gut wrenching silence
Weapon: A large steak knife and her metal softball bat
Personality: Artie is one of those people who dwells on the past; fakes a smile so others don't worry. She's out of sync with reality, and keeps to herself. She's independent and socially awkward; not much of a talker, but can muster a smile of sorts. Artie helps people who ask for it and tries to be as friendly as she can, but she has a deep hatred for society and all things social.
Background: An only child to two military operatives, Artie spent her childhood moving around a lot, not getting the chance to make friends or get settled anywhere specific. Her freshman year, they finally did settle so she could have a normal high school career, but she'd never been able to make friends. Not too uncommon for her, she found a small place just outside the boarder of school; a little treehouse with a rope ladder and a small bridge connecting it to another tree house several feet away. She spent her freshman and sophomore years fixing it up and that's where she spent the first two months of the outbreak, watching zombies from the safety of her makeshift home. She could only assume her parents were out somewhere, fighting the outbreak, dying slowly.