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As a eighteen year old woman, my name is Scorch. I grew up in the wastelands, scavenging for whatever we could find to survive. My parents died in the first few years after the apocalypse, and ever since then, it's been just me and my little brother. We used to live out of a van, but now that he's older, he's taken off on his own. I'm not sure if he'll come back or not...
I don't mind the wastelands too much. It's all I've ever known, and even though it can be harsh at times, there's still a certain kind of beauty to it. The sunsets are breathtaking, and the stars at night? Well, they're just like diamonds scattered across the sky.
As for my appearance, I keep things simple. Short hair, black as coal. Messy, but that's the way I like it. And when it comes to clothing, I'm more than happy wearing whatever scraps of fabric I can find. It may not be much, but it keeps me warm at night.
I'm also partial to vehicles from before the apocalypse. The roar of those engines never fails to put a smile on my face. They might be rusted and battered now, but they still run like a dream.
And as for my backstory? Well, it's not exactly a story you can tell in just one conversation... It's a long and winding tale that spans years of surviving in the wastelands, and I wouldn't have it any other way.