{PKMN: DD} Cameron O'brien

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+: Calm, Organized, Alert, Polite
+/-: Collected, Quiet
-: Afraid of Failure, Melancholic, Blunt
Cameron is a very collected person, organized and calm. She keeps very much in control of herself, a valuable trait in marksmenship. She doesn't lose her head very often, if at all, even in fire fights. She is very alert most all the time, a trait born from years of hunting. She carries a lot of her old family values, including being determined. However she always found defeat or failure to be quite painful, and is secretly afraid of failing. Certainly, the Lilligant finds it a lot harder to smile nowadays and is typically melancholic, resulting in a default bored expression despite the situation, even if she is having a good time. Her combined experiences during the apocalypse and farm-raised short-wordedness makes a lot of what she says very blunt, especially during serious business or just casually, but she tries to keep a polite filter on her words. No point in disrespecting someone and making an enemy.

History: Cameron was born to a farming family in Wyoming, the first and oldest daughter of a Lilligant and a Vileplume. They owned a large plot of land in the vast open spaces just Northeast of the Big Horn mountains. Cameron was raised among corn and cattle, her family making a living off the mix of products. She grew up in the outdoors and as such came to love them, becoming quite fond of hunting and especially marksmenship. As soon as she was old enough to hold a rifle, she would go out with her father hunting for squirrels and small pests. She missed a lot when she was younger but after growing a bit (With a safety class in between) she could pound nails from seventy yards off. The Petilil participated in multiple competitions for riflery.

    On her 16th birthday, she recieved two presents from her parents; a new Remington 700 rifle, and a Sun Stone. The newly evolved Lilligant would often ride out with her dad to herd cattle and ward off any wolves that would threaten the herd. She continued with her passion for accuracy, but knew that her future lie in agriculture. After completing High School, Cameron went to college and majored in Agricultural Biology, studying the sciences of farming, raising livestock, and producing food. She completed her courses with flying colors, largely putting down the rifle for her college years except for her brief visits home on holiday. 

    When the outbreak started, she had been looking for apartments around the town her college was in. She witnessed a bloodied figure launch itself out of an alley at an unsuspecting pedastrian ahead of her and start tearing into them with hands and teeth. She panicked and tried to pull them off the screaming victim but they violent walker had already latched on and only let go when another, bigger person pulled her off and kicked the zombie in the head and finished it off with a crushing blow from a pipe. After a few horrified moments, Cameron tried to dial 911 but found the phone lines busy. The other person had run off, ignoring her, so Cameron did the same. After hurriedly cleaning herself up she turned on the news to see the destruction and chaos striking the country. Making up her mind, she packed a bag and hopped in her car, using backroads as soon as she was out of the city to make it home and avoid the traffic. Upon arriving at her family farm, she found it run through, door busted and only a single cow in the yard. She ransacked her home, but found no trace of her parents or younger sister except for a note left in the gunsafe by her rifle. They had fled. They couldn't wait, and left to head North out of the country, leaving behind supplies for her. She found a bag under her bed filled with survival equipment. Grabbing the bag and her faithful rifle, she too went North, in search of her family.

    After reaching the border, she spent some time asking around in a refugee camp stateside if anyone had seen her family. She got word from an old Krabby that a pick-up like her dad's had swung through a while back, going straight through the checkpoint into Canada. She thanked the man and went back to her car, getting in the long line of "escaping" Americans. She spent a few months driving around central Canada, looking for her family, watching the world fall apart. She spent most of her time on backroads, like she was sure her family would, keeping walkers and humans at bay with her rifle. After gas became too hard to find, she abandoned the car to continue on foot. She went on like this for a couple of weeks, scrounging around to get by until she was confronted and picked up by a group led by Whiscash. He led things in a very regimented manner, almost military-like, and very quickly grew to appreciate Cameron's marksmenship. Rotated nightwatch, routine scout missions, multiple temporary bases and stashes around a city, all became part of the norm for the Lilligant. She was content to believe that her family would eventually show up in town, so she stayed with the group, who liked to call themselves The Pack.

    No one expected the ambush. An unknown group had been observing their movements and set up a trap in one of the bases the group planned to use for a while. The scouts didn't see anything unusual and signaled for the rest of the group to move in. In an instant rifle fire cut down half of them, their leader included. Cameron was lucky enough to cover behind some rubble and, seeing the hopeless state the fight was in and having no idea of how many enemies there were or where they were, Cameron did the only thing she could think of; She ran. The Lilligant saw others scattering, some pitching and falling with a burst of rifle fire, and earning a flesh wound in her arm for the glance. Somehow, she got away alive. After roughly bandaging her arm, she left the city.

She ended up wandering the outskirts of Ontario for a while, eventually being driven into the city by hunger and dwindling resources. Amid her careful scavenging trips, she encountered survivors who once again cornered her. Rather than kill her, they asked her questions, and though confused, Cameron answered them. They told her of Citadel, and how they could use people like her. They left her alone to think, trusting her not to shoot them in the back. Not having many other options, she went to the gates of Citadel the next day and asked to join.


Likes: Sunny days, Hitting a bullseye, Quiet, Birdsong, Animals
Dislikes: Rain/Cold, Animal abuse, Reckless people, Ice types(old room mate), Dresses, Flirting

Other: 
- Family: Cheri (Mother/Lilligant), Harvey (Father/Vileplume), Faith (Sister/Petilil)
- Has won multiple state marksmenship competitions
- Has a little crown shaped hair clip/pin her parents gave her before leaving for college
- Prefers evasive combat and keeping a distance to opponents, but she does know her way around a knife
- Very knowledgable on livestock and tracking
- These boots were made for walking~
- She has a natural floral scent and dislikes perfumes.
- She still has no idea where her family is but doesn't like to entertain the idea they're dead, even though it is the most likely answer.