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Name: Gwendolyn "Gwen" Russell

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Physical Description: Long dark hair past her shoulders, lean, not very tall. She's got a dancer's body. Pretty, but not remarkably so. Unusually hairy.

Brief Description of Personality: She wanted to be a dancer for a very long time, and she definitely had the personality for it-- dance is a cutthroat kind of world, and she can be, quite frankly, a real bitch when she goes after her goals. Outside of professional aspirations, though, she likes to laugh and joke around (although she is relatively easy to rile up and weird out), and isn't necessarily what you'd call a pushy person. You might, however, legitimately call her a paranoid, overprotective person. Her dance training has given her a kind of "stage presence" that gives her confidence she doesn't feel and authority she doesn't have.

Human/Zombie/Werewolf/Vampire: Werewolf

Character Affiliation: Owner of The Wasteland

Personal Possessions: A fire-axe; a backpack; zip-up sweatshirt with a hood; other things Merc is not creative enough to think of

History: Graduated from Eugene Lang in New York with a BFA in dance, tried to get a job with Boston Ballet but didn't make the cut. Started teaching. When the effects of the biological weapons began to be felt in Boston, and the first zombies had begun to wander into the suburbs, Gwen was holed up in her apartment building with a few other residents. They weren't particularly eager to head for the border-- the strange mutations shown on the news seemed too distant from them to provide much motivation, and besides, there were already enough evacuees flooding towards Canada. They thought they'd be okay if they kept their heads down.

Then things started ... changing. As the weeks dragged on, and the undead encroached upon Boston, Gwen's friends and neighbors started to get sick ... started dying. The hospitals were flooded; nobody knew what to do about these bizarre afflictions. Shortly after the hospitals became full to capacity, word got out that everyone inside them was dead ... and still walking. With the full horror of the situation beginning to dawn, Gwen got into her car and drove west, hoping to get to her brother in Chicago.

After running out of gas, getting lost, spending two months in upstate New York unable to shake off her new wolf form, and various other mishaps and misadventures, Gwen finally got to Chicago ... only to discover that the entire city had been overrun by zombies early on, and was only now in the process of being cleaned out. She helped out with that process (after a more or less brief stay at UChicago, where she met Preston), and, figuring that her brother was dead but not knowing where else to go, she stayed on. Awhile back, she got the idea to start up The Wasteland.


[Disclaimer: Gwen Russell is an original character being played at handfulof_dust for fun and no profit. Her PB, KT Tunstall, belongs to herself; her image ALSO is for fun and not profit.]

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