THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION
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[align=center][div style="border:0px transparent;width:480px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt"][font=verdana]Remembering the world before it went to shit was becoming a hard task for the young girl; she was much younger than most of The Badland's population, and that was considered a blessing and a curse at the same time. She didn't remember much apart from the reality she lived now, and people here thought she was too weak to fight but strong enough to leave alone. Majority of small children hadn't made it through the first few years after the electricity died, and pregnant mothers had frazzled out alongside them shortly after, her mother included. Alyssa hadn't cried when her mother committed suicide, a mere eight year old, standing over the bleeding corpse. She had always been a lone wolf when it came to family, even before this whole shit-storm started, but now she was alone. This place - she didn't dare call it home - was something close to... Hell. Everyone was insanely mad and nobody was afraid to kill, even her, as young as fourteen, and something as simple as leaving her tiny apartment was a suicide mission. Just walking down the street, as she was doing now, with only a knife to keep her protected, felt like nothing. Guns were non-existent now, every death she had witnessed was with guts exposed and bloody hands.

Alyssa didn't look like someone who could be taken down easily so most people didn't bother trying to rough her up. She wasn't a worm. She wasn't tall though, barely 5'0, and skinny as a skeleton due to the dwindling supply of food. Alyssa wasn't pretty either: her skin was pale and looked like it was forcefully stretched over her hollow cheeks and massive forehead. Her hair was dark and thick, recently cut short to her collar bones. The top part was braided into a French braid; the only thing she could think of to pass the time, since when the sun went down nobody like her dared go outside. She was wearing her trademark jeans and green bomber coat; the boots were some old guys, whoever had owned the apartment before her.

She stopped at the street corner and glanced around; it was barely sunrise and the breath came out her mouth in wispy clouds which was a strong indication winter was in full swing. Winter was the worst season out of them all, but at least she had somewhere to stay. Alyssa dug her hands into her coats pockets and glanced around, wondering if anyone harmless was milling about.

[spoiler=TAGS]+ Alyssa
+ Fourteen years old | Born February 6th 2002
+ Lives in The Badlands | Grunt of War
+ Female | She/her
+ Asexual | Single, not looking
+ Carries throwing stars with her at all times
+ Faceclaim: Isabelle Fuhrman
+ APPERANCE: Alyssa is described as being only 5'0 in height and very skinny for her age. She has dark brown/borderline black hair that is braided up into French braids, however her hair only reaches her collarbones so the ends of the braids stick out. Her eyes are dark and wide; she used to get bullied by her siblings and called Anime freak because of it. Her skin is very pale and unhealthy looking; across her cheek is an unevenly stitched scar from a knife attack. She has three piercings on each lobe and is often seen wearing black jeans, black boots and a green bomber coat. Never is Alyssa seen smiling or looking happy.
+ PERSONALITY: Unsympathetic, cold-hearted, quiet, strategic, blunt, child solider, unapproachable, always on edge, unintentionally rude, lots of trust issues, has a deep hatred for her parents, pessimistic.
+ HISTORY: Alyssa was only young when the world changed, so her memories of "the normal world" are hazy and (mostly) incorrect. After her siblings died from gun related violence, she witnessed her pregnant mother commit suicide. It was only few weeks into the apocalypse when she was orphaned and ever since has been travelling to find the right place to stay. Being a lone wolf from as young as eleven has made her stronger and colder towards normal life. She accidentally stumbled upon The Badlands and now resides there, living in an empty apartment by herself.[/spoiler]


[align=center][div style="font-size:16.6pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:4px"]SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP ——--
BUT I JUST CAN'T, IT ISN'T IN MY BLOOD
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