Username: .Peaceful.Tragedy.
Name: Morgan Mikal
Age: 18
Personality: Morgan is not the typical southern bell. If she had been, do you think she would have made it this far? At a young age, the tomboy was beating up boys and stealing toys. It wasn’t until early high school that she made friends with the right people to get her hands on the more fun toys. The girl likes to think of herself as a little badass, but she does have an admitted soft spot for kids. Men, though, are a whole other story. Survival, she believes, is a skill. That said, weakness gets on her last nerve, her own above all else.
Life before the Infection: Hailing from the deep heart of Texas, Morgan was born into a rich family. That is, her mother had cheated on her father with some shady dude and not been smart about it. The blonde-hair, blue eyed couple had been surprised by their dark-haired, dark-eyed angel. But they loved her none-the-less and spoiled her as best they could. She only wanted to be spoiled by paintball guns and Parkour lessons. She had managed to poke her head into the bounty-hunting lifestyle when the infection had struck.
Life up until Now (Through the Infection): Morgan has made it on her own, her comrades in the field managing to get themselves infected alarmingly fast. She is often thought as a man-woman for toying with special infected, her favorite game being to trap Hunters, tease them, and then leave them to starve despite her odd… affection for them.
Type: Immune
Weapons/Items: Prefers brass knuckles, but also carries a rifle she managed to snag off of one of the soldier infected. Keeps pills and health packs for herself, and an especially decent stash of adrenaline shots.
