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Name: Willow Clarke
Age: 22
Race: Human
Weapon of Choice: Bow & arrows, switchblade
Strengths: Speed and agility, mid-range shooting, hand to hand combat.
Weaknesses: Long distance shooting, guns, larger scale enemies.
Hair: Golden brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5’1
Build: Petite, thin
Scars/Birth marks: Long scar traveling across her left shoulder blade.
Tattoos: none
Face claim: Alycia Debnam Carey
Personality: Willow is a very quiet, mysterious girl. She isn’t shy, but she only really opens up around people she’s comfortable with, such as her own troop. When she does talk, however, she is quick witted and often sarcastic. She has a low tolerance for bullshit, basically, and refuses to put up with anyone who seems to be off-putting or dangerous. Willow keeps to herself for the most part, and is headstrong and independent. Sometimes she is a little naive, however, and thinks she can do certain things on her own or without help of any kind. She still has a lot to learn about survival and trusting others for assistance.
Bio: Before the sickness spread, Willow was twelve years old. Up until then, she had lived a normal life as a normal kid- attending the local middle school, having sleepovers with her friends, and crushing on boys. She was the daughter to Camila and Jet Clarke, and the sister to her younger brother Bryce. Camila was a school teacher, and Jet was a police officer. Unfortunately, when the disease started creeping upon humanity, Willow lost both her mother and her Bryce. Her and Jet were discovered to be immune, meaning the sickness didn’t affect their blood like it did for 90% of the population.
Over the course of the next ten years, technology became obsolete, groups of people around the globe rioted, and the government crashed. The 10% of the population left that were immune to this disease were now in charge. It was an “every man for himself” sort of movement. Many grouped, and others became rogues or killed themselves when they realized what their lives had become.
Willow and her father joined a group in their small town in Arizona to survive, and this group became their new family. It consisted of people of all ages- young children, a couple of teenagers, adults, and elders. They managed to collect weapons and gear, but they never found the time to build a camp. Houses and neighborhoods were too dangerous at this point- looters were breaking in, murdering, and simply going crazy under the conditions. There was even a point in the first year where Willow watched her father shoot three of those looters who attempted to rob their house.
Now, fast forward to the future, Willow is staying with the troop she originally banded together with. It had been six months since her father passed away- their camp was disturbed in the middle of the night and rogues killed three people within their group, including her father.
Age: 22
Race: Human
Weapon of Choice: Bow & arrows, switchblade
Strengths: Speed and agility, mid-range shooting, hand to hand combat.
Weaknesses: Long distance shooting, guns, larger scale enemies.
Hair: Golden brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5’1
Build: Petite, thin
Scars/Birth marks: Long scar traveling across her left shoulder blade.
Tattoos: none
Face claim: Alycia Debnam Carey
Personality: Willow is a very quiet, mysterious girl. She isn’t shy, but she only really opens up around people she’s comfortable with, such as her own troop. When she does talk, however, she is quick witted and often sarcastic. She has a low tolerance for bullshit, basically, and refuses to put up with anyone who seems to be off-putting or dangerous. Willow keeps to herself for the most part, and is headstrong and independent. Sometimes she is a little naive, however, and thinks she can do certain things on her own or without help of any kind. She still has a lot to learn about survival and trusting others for assistance.
Bio: Before the sickness spread, Willow was twelve years old. Up until then, she had lived a normal life as a normal kid- attending the local middle school, having sleepovers with her friends, and crushing on boys. She was the daughter to Camila and Jet Clarke, and the sister to her younger brother Bryce. Camila was a school teacher, and Jet was a police officer. Unfortunately, when the disease started creeping upon humanity, Willow lost both her mother and her Bryce. Her and Jet were discovered to be immune, meaning the sickness didn’t affect their blood like it did for 90% of the population.
Over the course of the next ten years, technology became obsolete, groups of people around the globe rioted, and the government crashed. The 10% of the population left that were immune to this disease were now in charge. It was an “every man for himself” sort of movement. Many grouped, and others became rogues or killed themselves when they realized what their lives had become.
Willow and her father joined a group in their small town in Arizona to survive, and this group became their new family. It consisted of people of all ages- young children, a couple of teenagers, adults, and elders. They managed to collect weapons and gear, but they never found the time to build a camp. Houses and neighborhoods were too dangerous at this point- looters were breaking in, murdering, and simply going crazy under the conditions. There was even a point in the first year where Willow watched her father shoot three of those looters who attempted to rob their house.
Now, fast forward to the future, Willow is staying with the troop she originally banded together with. It had been six months since her father passed away- their camp was disturbed in the middle of the night and rogues killed three people within their group, including her father.