The whole religious raider attack gave me this idea. . .
Name: Atarah "Zipporah" Dorcas
Age: 28
six: Female
Race: Caucasian
Basic physical appearance and attributes: Average build, reaching at 5'3. Despite being under the sun for so many years, her skin is pale, unlike many others. Her wavy, pale brown hair reaches her shoulders, her icy blue eyes are kind, and her smile soft showing a good pair of teeth. Her body is painted with ugly scars, all healed and white, a chemical burn, the size of the average man's palm is branded onto her left shoulder. A large scar runs from her back shoulder to her waist. Would be considered pretty of she weren't covered in grit and scars.
She is and all-rounder when it comes to combat; her offence is the best defence. She is quick on her feet. Due to years of drugs and human flesh, her body is prone to illness. Shakes occur randomly. Her reading and writing skills is that of a fifth grader.
Weapons and armour: Atarah carries with her a Scoped Hunting Rifle with the words, "Justice" etched on its side. She also holds a 44. Magnum with "Redemption" carved onto its side also. By Atarah's side is narrow knife, the handle is bound in red ox blood leather.
She wears a Merc Grunt outfit.
Personality: Atarah holds mercy with her tightly. She is charismatic; the sort of person you'd go to when feeling down. Atarah can be stubborn and aggresive. If she thinks of something she sticks to it, unless someone she feels inclined to convinces her otherwise. Atarah will always be there to pick you up; her loyalty remains firm.
At times, her old hateful and arrogant nature brews within. Her ways can be violent and crooked. Her past haunts her to this day.
Occupation: Regulator
Faction: Greyditch
Backstory: Born into a bloody wasteland from a family of Raiders, she grew up with their ways. She subccumbed to sadism; her life was like that of every typical raider - revolving around murder, torture, drugs and six. During each raid, her heart was blackened with evil.
One time, however she and a group of raiders found a small house, and in it, a family of four. The raiders murdered the family, not even giving a moment to spare the family. The young family soon became their "dinner". This was not the first time Atarah tasted human flesh.
As she grew older, she became a "plaything" for the raiders; her life was pulled down even further. She came into drugs, until it became a daily pill for her. Withdrawls attacked her whenever she didn't have a fix.
As the years past, it seemed like there was no way out. On her last raid, yet another family was attacked, but this time, the father muttered something only she could hear. The words bugged her, and she soon wanted to come out of the raider's life.
Being the stupid girl she was, Atarah marched right up to her father and told him she was leaving. This angered the raiders, so they beat her, and cut her body. A small jar of acid was thrown at her, burning her shoulder. The raiders threw her half-dead body far out on the wasteland to die. She would not exist today had a passing wasteland doctor not come by.
She became a Christian and close friends with the doctor. They travelled together and soon bonded into a relationship. The doctor was killed and tortured when a group of Talon Company Mercs ambushed them, knocking her out. One Merc hit him hard that his own fist needed tending too.
Now lonely, she wanders the wateland endlessly. Three years have passed, of going from town to town. Now, she wants to plant roots down and settle down somewhere - make some close friends and live in a good community.
As she wanders, Atarah finds a small note about Grayditch buried beneath the sand...
Edit: Typo