Jackie Carson
JC has strange yellow-orange colored eyes (due to her experimentation) and pale ivory skin. Her hair is so pale blonde that it's almost white, and it reaches her lower back.She stands at 5'6" and has a curvy womanly figure, yet toned from her previous line of work before the outbreak. Due to being experimented on, JC is part cyborg, though it's not obvious from the outside. All of her limbs, including her pelvis, spine and rib cage have been replaced with robotic counterparts. Even her eyes, while seeming human (aside from the coloring) have mechanical components that give her heat, night and x-ray vision. Because of her robotic parts, she's easily five times stronger than any human or zombie. Her skin though, still runs with her own veins and blood vessels, meaning she still cannot be scratched or bitten by the infected, lest she become an unstoppable infected killing machine. Perhaps that had been the scientists intent? JC must also still drink water, consume human food, and sleep to survive. She's quite a serious girl, what, with all she's been through, and she doesn't take anybody's shit. She's 19 years old and heterosexual.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting reds, oranges and purples over the sky. For regular humans, this meant it was time to take refuge, to go into hiding. But not for JC. No. She could see perfectly at night, and would easily detect any hidden or approaching human, or infected. She wore a black tank top, under a leather jacket. Her tight black skinny jeans were covered to the knees in leather boots. One hand held a machine gun slung over one shoulder, and the other fiddled with a pair of dog togs around her neck. They weren't hers. A backpack with water and food and other various useful things was slung over her other shoulder.
In the distance, a figure moved against the shadows. It didn't slow Jack in the least. It could have been anything. A dog, a bird, perhaps someone fleeing in fear that she was an infected, or maybe a rebel warning the others that an outsider was approaching. Or it could be worse. Even worse that an infected? Of course. There were those who'd survived this long, only to become crazy, capturing the living and feeding them to the ...well the kind of living, but dead. Then, for all Jack new, she wasn't the only one like her. And what if they were on the wrong team?
As she approached the corner where the shadow disappeared, JC lowered her machine gun and pointed it. "
Come out and show yourself, now," she demanded.