Little Red Riding Hood and The Woodsman (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

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NAME: KAYLYN O'BRYON

AGE: 22

HEIGHT: 6'1

LOOKS: Like you see in the picture of course. I'm more muscular than you can see, and kinda thicker due to my bone structure. My eyes are a sharp sapphire blue. My hair's really long, straight, and darker red in color. I'm pale, and covered in scares caused by battle, and living in the woods.

FAMILY: Birth Mother(deceased)-Birth Father(Deceased). Adopted Mother(Died in jail)-Adopted Father(In Jail/MIA). The Grimes(M.I.A)

FROM: Mullinger, Ireland

SKILLS: Ex Army Soldier. Spent quite some time in the special forces. Served as averything from a medic to an engineer. Before military, I was a skilled hunter, and was quite the fighter. I did everything form box to ninjitsu. With that being said, it's made me incredibly strong. But, I do have the brains to back up the brawn. My IQ is over 180, and it's rarely mentioned, it happens to be one of my biggest assets.

WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE: A Shotgun, Two Colt .44 Revolvers (With a Holster), A Bowie Knife, A Bow and Arrow, and a Black Powder Rifle With A Scope.

A LITTLE ABOUT ME:People call me Red, I guess it's because of the hair. I am very stubborn, hotheaded and ill tempered. As stereotypical as it sounds, that comes from being Irish. Don't let my appearance fool ya, I'm not gentle,or as loving as i should be. But, that doesn't mean I don't have a heart. I guess when you grow up in an abusive family, it rubs off on you. I'm extremely tough though, so it doesn't really bother me. I was in the military for 3 years before the apocalypse struck. I happened to be fairly good at that. I was the best one in my unit. I did what was needed to be done quickly and efficiently. My skills kept me alive and strong. No one could take me. I was the tough one, able to handle myself, I always had to ... I hate getting close to people. I'm scared they'll leave me, or break my heart or something, but hey, that's just me. Back to my family matters, my real parents died when i was about 10. A man robbed them in the streets of Dublin, when they said they had no money, he stabbed them, then left them for dead. Me being an only child and had no other family in Ireland, was sent to America to be adopted,and sure enough, someone from Great Falls, Montana, wanted a little Irish girl. They were rich, very involved with the rodeo, drunks and abusive. They never really cared for me, and most of the time beat me. They made me join the rodeo, which was fun, but not exactly for me. I did better, when they put me in boxing, or ninjitsu. But, roping in the rodeo was the only way to keep a little colt I had got. He was a gift from an old man I befriended. So I trained him. He became very good, did tricks and stuff. My 'keepers' believed, that if i was going to continue to exist, I had to be good at something. So i did the impossible and became great, at a lot of stuff. During the days of abuse, I would run off into the woods, or in the stables with the horses. I'd stay in there for days. I learned quick, how to survive, kill, and fend for myself. it was the only the only good part about being with them, they had lots of woodland areas that I could escape to. That changed sadly, when we packed up and moved to Georgia when I was 15. Don't get me wrong, it was beautiful, and we still had the horses, but it wasn't like Montana. I missed the cold and wider space. Thats where I met officer Rick Grimes and his family. They took pity on me, and he quickly became my father figure in my life. He helped me with those ass-holes I called parents. He kept me on the right path in life, hell they practically raised me. Over time, when the zombie out break took place, we were all scattered through out the state. I feared I'd never find my family again... 

^^^ Raphael

^^^^^ Iron Forge