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NAME: Taryn

Taryn had always loved the stories about the time before 'The Dying.' She'd heard it said that back then there was always enough food, and people had magical houses that would light up on their own when it got dark at night. Even stranger were the stories of giant busses with wings like birds that hundreds of people could get into and fly anywhere in the world. Personally she didn't believe most of these stories, everyone knew that the only people who could fly were the fabled air mutee tamers.

Taryn's parents had grown up in the mountains of Colorado. They had been lucky, their parents, (Taryn's Grandparents) had been considered "crazy prepper nut-jobs" who had stored up years worth of food and other supplies. By the time Taryn was born, most of these supplies had been used up, so Taryn had learned young how to fend for herself. She'd learned how to shoot the guns but the ammunition had all been shot by the time she was 15. There had been a crossbow too, but the string had broken and it was useless. Now Taryn's weapon of choice was a giant sword she'd found in an old store in town.

Taryn loved a challenge and had faced more than her fair share of encounters with the wild mutees. She would go in search of mutees to conquer and thrived on any kind of stressful situation. Well, there was one type of stressful situation she couldn't bear. All of the boys seemed to be after her and she would do everything in her power to avoid them!