The Killjoy Chronicles: Alabama Napalm

Gender: Female
Age: 16
Status: Alive and runnin'
Skill: fighting, tracking
Height: 5'4
Weight: 93 (extremely malnourished)
Race/Skin Color: Caucasian, pretty tan (got an awful sunburn her first summer with the gang and never got burnt again)
Hair: long, blonde, tied out of her face
Eyes: hazel

Background: Mother was killed by Dracs,she was almost kidnapped as well until G.I. Geronimo saved her and brought her to live with his own gang. She was with them for 7 years until G.I. got ghosted and they moved in with the Killer Laser Rays
Parents/Relations: Mother deceased, father assumed same
Killjoy Clan/Hangs With: Killer Laser Rays
Personality: Hot-tempered, feisty, funny, very loyal, quick to fight, doesn't take shit from anyone, doesn't take orders well, quick to defend her family and friends, confident except when it comes to her body (doesn't have much time to think about that.)
Dress: Purple skull t-shirt under a black leather jacket, jeans, old combat boots, hair pulled back into a low ponytail
Weapon(s) of Choice: "Wolverine" claws - steak knife blades sewn into leather straps by an older friend, attach to each hand like claws, great shot with rayguns, (can shoot with both hands) keeps 2 in the waistband of her jeans
Quirks/Other Info: Has a small scar that reads "BLI," behind her left ear, malnourished from food with little nutritional value out in the Zone 2 slums, best fighter in this half of the Zones, doesn't trust easily, but still friendly enough

The Background

2012: The then-president of the former United States of America Jason Eldridge made the decision to bomb the volatile North Korea. North Korea responded, catapulting the world into nuclear war.

2019: Better Living Industries, a company based on perfecting the world, has risen from the ashes of the end of the world, creating a society contained in a literal plexiglass dome, meant to keep out the dirt and keep in the clean oxygen. The supposed utopia was christened Battery City, being protected by the secretive society of bloodthirsty masked figures, called Draculoids. Its citizens are forced to take Pills, ridding themselves of all emotions, thoughts of freedom and independence.

Six "Zones," surround Battery City, space that is livable but restricted from ordinary citizens. No one knows if life still exists outside the Zones, considering the War destroyed so much and beyond the Zones, the air is too toxic to breathe.

The only ones who dare defy the Company are the Killjoys; an organization of outlaws committed to bringing about the fall of the evil empire. Led by the four Fabulous Killjoys, or the "Big 4," as called by their followers, these people have thrown off the convention of ordinary names, donned masks and thrown out the Pills, wanting to live freely and colorfully, as was once possible. Draculoids, or "Dracs," hunt these freedom-seekers, labeling them "rebellious," "murderous," and "evil." No one sees any end in sight to the War of the Zones, but neither side will stop until they have achieved their own ends or until everyone is dead.