Leggy, pointy, sharp; not very nice looking. Something soaked in brine and sand, gangly.

Woke up and chose violence. She is a feral, shrewd child, seemingly incapable (or unwilling) of speech. Suspicious and wary, she is naturally dependant on others but can not bring herself to trust them. Survival is her one and only goal.

Woke in the aftermath of a storm in a black beach, and pulled herself from the roots of a long-dead conifer with no memories and no history. Begins a messy struggle to survive, existing on her own and spurning strangers until