Bullet Zurina 
PHYSICALAge: 23
Gender: Harlot
Height: 5'7"
Body: Slender tummy but wide birthing hips. Rather voluptuous with thick muscular thighs. Obvious muscle tone upon the arms. Face if rather thin and narrow.
Eyes: Golden Amber (Human) Polar Ice (Shift)
Other distinguishing features: Bullet has a very noticeable scar upon the right side of her face, a large gash upon her cheek that never healed properly. Also her left eye has grown grew due to blindness.
PERSONALITYGeneral personality: It is common for people with severe physical deformities to be more reserved and have a reclusive nature, but Bullet is quite the opposite. Bullet seems to be even more cocky and extroverted, proving to others that no matter what she looks like she WILL be heard.
Bullet tends to be very opinionated, sometimes even coming off as arrogant. Even so, the young woman tends to still listen and understand others point of views, even if she knows they are wrong. Her mental strength makes her surpass others with her quick wit and spit fire tongue. Her downfall though is that she can be a bit self conscious about her blindness in her right eye, which seems to always give her grief.
SPECIALRank: N/A
Strengths: Fast talker and natural spokesman, quick wit seems to always give her favor when in a argument, understanding nature
Weaknesses: Her blindness in her right eye tends to make her a bit clumsy.
BACKGROUNDFamily: Golgotha (Mother, Deceased) Channling (Father, Deceased)
History: Growing up was hard for everyone, especially now. You were lucky if you lived to see your 16th birthday, whether it be from starvation, collapses, or even cannibalism, you were still luck to see 16.
Some how Bullet had managed to make it to 23, but not without losing almost everything. Her parents tried hard to keep her from the harshness of the world, but it was in vain. Bullet and her family lived on the outskirts, where those who decided to live amongst themselves instead of the clans. There were pros and cons to this, you didn't have a power hungry leader, but you also didn't have the protection of a group either.
Bullet and her family learned this the hard way. Bullets mother had sadly been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had been taken by a small group of scavengers and cannibalized, something all to common. Bullet was the one that had found the corpse of her mother, barley noticeable to an on looker, but Bullet knew from her mothers fiery red hair and the buttons that had been torn from her blouse, surprisingly they hadn't taken the opal buttons. She keeps these buttons in her pocket to this day.
The news of her mothers death hit her father hard. He spun into a deep depression and simply saw no reason to live anymore, even though his daughter was still alive. With the last remaining shell for his shot gun he went into his study and loaded it. Bullet knew what was happening and tried to stop it. She fought her father, he seemed to have lost his mind, he shifted and attacked Bullet, clawing at her face leaving her premaritally scarred. Upon seeing what he had done to his beloved daughter he shifted back and shot himself, not able to live with being without his beloved wife and defiling his daughter in that way.
Bullet was alone and knew she wouldn't last long on her own. It took some time before finding the right place for herself, and in that time her wounds slowly healed, but was constantly reminded of that day when ever she looked in the mirror. She had lost her sight in her right eye and her skin upon her right cheek and temple seemed crackled with unearthed blood vessels that pulsed, but this did not define her, she wouldn't let it.
