Name: Shelly Geirson
Age: 22
D.O.B: (recognized as) June 16, 1986
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: mutt, leaning towards Eastern European
Appearance: As you can tell, she's rather shapely, in an athletic sort of way. The tan, outdoorsy type, she's also relatively tall at 5' 10". Grey eyes, straight brown hair, nothing much stands out about her - except that glare she seems to give everyone.
Personality: Where as everyone else seemed to loose the energy they had as a kid once they get older, Shelly never did. An unstable family base meant she never really learned to sit still. Even today she has a lot of pent-up nervous energy, though she translates less of that into violence than she used to. She's constantly on the move - if her body isn't, her mouth certainly is.
The lack of a good home situation also led to a dearth of people skills. She's tactless, blunt, rude, quick to anger, and all-around an unpleasant person to be around if you're the faint of heart. She is a good person deep down, however, it's just that she's slow to trust people, seeing how often they've let her down. Once she's on your side, you've got a friend who would fight to the ends of the earth for you. On the flip side, if you've rubbed her the wrong way more than the average person usually does, it's hard to get yourself off the s**t list.
History: Shelly was orphaned shortly after she was born. As she likes to describe it, she had "twelve homes in twelve years" after that. Technically, she was adopted by the first family, but after they got busted by the cops for some reason or another (she never cared to ask what really went down, much as she cared to figure out who her real parents were) she spent a good chunk of her life going from foster family to foster family. They ran the gambit, but one thing was constant about them all: Shelly hated them. Whether it was a religious man who found it best to discipline a naughty child with his belt, or a woman who always said to look for the good in other people but failed to find the good in her, Shelly couldn't stand to be with them. She rebelled at any chance she could, even taking to running away for days at a time, winding up several towns over before she was caught again.
As she got older, it got worse as she got stronger and physically fought back. She probably would have become a ward of the state were it not for one last-ditch effort by the Geirsons. While it was probably the wife who pulled the strings to get her in the family, Shelly became fond of the man of the house. Where as his wife thought of Shelly as the ultimate project to form into a functioning member of society, Erik Geirson didn't really give a crap what this new family member did, so long as she didn't go off and get herself killed. None of her normal methods of escape seemed to phase the aloof Viking, and Shelly, who had never experienced such a non-reaction to her antics, thought him "awesome." While she would still run off every now and then, she did attend some school and hang out with her new dad. It would have appeared that Erik's mostly uncaring attitude applied to his wife some as well, and only by a strong appeal from Shelly was able to preserve the father-daughter connection after the divorce. She eventually did complete high school (albeit a bit later than her peers), and hold the occasional job, but she felt her true heart belonged to the wilds outside society.
Surprisingly, Shelly did (and does) have a love interest in all this. Even after the adoption papers cleared, Shelly would still travel unannounced quite a bit. She grew liking the notion of escaping into nature whenever society's troubles got her dander up. She traveled quite extensively, criss-crossing the nation. While the first encounter eludes her memory to this day, she started traveling with two guys, one of who's name was Raven. A scrawny little self-proclaimed homeless boy, Shelly first liked him for being similar to herself in circumstance. Personality-wise, he was quite dissimilar, having a positive outlook on life and liking people in general. As time went on, they grew to accept their differences, even revel in them. One visit to the beaches on the Pacific would be less fortuitous than others. An undertow caught Shelly off-guard, dragging her into the heart of the ocean...
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