Post by Rhinn on Jun 14, 2017 12:24:08 GMT -5
Name: Hillary Brotherton
Sex: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 128 lbs
Appearance: Hillary is petite but strong. She has straight brown hair that goes down to the middle of her back when it is not pulled up into a pony tail or braid. She has high cheekbones and is very pretty with soft brown eyes. What is surprising how strong she is. With her military training and growing up hunting with bows, she has above average strength, endurance and stamina for someone of her size. She typically wears camo with an army green or black shirt and jacket. Not much of one for dresses.
Personality: Looks can kill and be deceiving and with Hillary, they are both. She could fit right in with the cheerleading squad, but that isn’t who she is. Tomboy through and through, she is a fighter and does not suffer fools. Several times, she used her looks and small size to get an enemy to underestimate her… Then she cut them down. She isn’t sadistic or go out of her way to harm people, but if you are a guy and giving her a long leery look, you might find a knife, bullet, or arrow lodged in your neck.
Occupation: Former US Army Combat Medic (2005 - 2011) / Present Prepper (2011 - ?) / Future SPOND Team Member
Weapons: Compound Hunting Bow, Recurve Long Bow, Crossbow with scope, M4 Carbine & Beretta M9, combat knife.
Equipment: Medic pack and first aid kits, food and water, ammo (for the bows, crossbows, carbine and pistol), clothes, compass.
Vehicle: Camouflaged Ford Bronco 4X4
History: Hillary grew up in the country and started hunting with a bow when she was 12. Her family was a group of preppers, and they raised and trained Hillary to live off the land and how to survive. Besides that, she lived a normal childhood. When she graduated high school, she joined the US Army and became a damn good combat medic. While never really involved in front line action, she did see her share of policing activing in Eastern Europe and in the Middle East. When the outbreak happened, her family fared well, holing up in their bunker out in the middle of Pennsylvania. She hunts for food and occasionally they go into town to meet at the temp swap meet that preppers in their area set up to trade items and knowledge.
Introduction: “You close your mouth and put those eyes back in your head, or I’ll carve them out with this knife here. You get me?” This was Hillary shouting at the meat at some newcomers that seemed to be more interested in how she filled out her pants and not in any product for sale.
Those that knew Hillary stopped and watched with idle curiosity. They knew to stay out of her way.
The men, just laughed, feeling braver than they should at the site of this small woman holding a knife. No doubt their possession of their firearms and a healthy dose of alcohol helped their beliefs.
As they moved toward the girl, one of the booth attendants just shook his head. “I’d listen to her if you want to walk out of here”, he said. The men just waved him off. He shrugged and went back to his exchange for some pain pills.
“Well it looks like you need a little lesson in respect”, one said. Hillary didn’t wait for them to come to her. She started stalking across the meet towards with her knife in her hand. When it was obvious that she wasn’t going to stop, their feet faltered.
“Looks like you need a lesson in how to not be stinky hairy donkey turd”, she responded. Without warning she lept on the bigger man, slicing right at his chest. She was accurate, but not deadly… this time. His vest and shirt were cut open and a small line of blood started to appear where her blade had skimmed his chest. Also his rifle dropped to the ground as she had cut through the strap holding it against his belly. Then she nicked his ear and pushed forwards, effecting pushing him back to the ground. She moved her knife up to his neck.
“Now, what were you saying?” she demanded to a few chuckles. The other man, now quickly realizing that he should just step away, apologized and quickly moved away.
“I’m sorry”, the man on the ground sputtered. The knife didn’t move. “And”, Hillary demanded, twitching the knife.
“And I am a big stinky hairy donkey turd”, he admitted. The laughter around him grew, but he kept his eyes on Hillary.
Hillary stepped off of him and held out a hand, helping him up. “Don’t be such a douche in the future”, she said. Without looking back, she walked off back into the crowd. Pity he was such and a**hole, she thought. He was kinda cute.