Post apocalypse is my favorite period of historical fiction!
Username: Dracknorin
Character Name: Swift
Character Age: young adult
Character Personality: Swift has seemingly impenetrable self confidence, acting proud and assured even in the most dire situations. She tends to demand the spotlight, so to speak, and often acts out to get attention. She is desperately afraid of being alone.
Character Back story: (Careful, I was apparently in a writing mood. Also, due to the fact that all I know about the landscape is that which I've seen in the screenshots, events in the backstory may not be plausible/possible.)
Swift was made to leave home at a young age, traveling with her sister, Fleet. The two were almost inseparable, and swift quickly acclimated to having someone who was always nearby.
To the two of them (Who had never left the den before) even this wasteland seemed like a wondrous place. As they traveled, between hunting and running from predators, they vowed to experience every wonder left behind by the old ones.
It was one fateful day that they arrived at the spire. Crouched in the shadow of the awe-inspiring structure, they did not notice that danger lurked nearby. The canine ran at them, and the sisters fled to the only place that they could find; the spire itself. They were cornered at the base of the massive and dust eroded structure, facing death at the hands of a creature that was so desperately in need of food that it would attack, even when it was outnumbered.
Where the spire jutted out of the earth, was flat, and with nowhere else to go, the sisters struggled to climb the impossibly smooth surface. Unable to climb further, for fear of chocking on the low dust clouds, and with their attacker right below them, Fleet lept at the attacking canine. The force of her attack sent both her and the attacker tumbling down the massive structure. THe frightened Swift remained in her precarious position until night fell, unable to bring herself to face what must surely be a grisly sight below.
As she tried to climb down the slick side of the spire, she slipped, slicing her leg open as she slid down toward the earth. As Swift limped slowly away from the spire, she looked for Fleet, and for their attacker. She found them, some feet away, illuminated by the light of the full moon. Swift felt a sudden crushing loneliness, for as soon as she looked upon her sister's broken body, it was clear that swift was on her own.
Now, swift fears isolation, and hates to travel alone. The spire is no longer a place of hope, but a place of sorrow and loss. Despite this, Swift returns to the alter every full moon to pray for the departed Fleet, and any others that have been lost to the wasteland.
Picture and Description: Swift has a pelt that is the color of the desert ground, with few remarkable features. Her sharp, backward facing ears, are well adapted to the frequent dust storms that plague the land, as they are able to fold tightly against her head so that dust cannot get in as easily. She also has long legs, and a thick tail to aid her when running, and she relies on her speed, both to hunt and to escape. There is a long scar on her front left leg (the one in the picture) that runs from the bottom of her paw to the elbow.