Froimi Swift
Personality
Though gone through many hardships and dresses up in a goth drab when possible. Froimi likes to stay positive of the future, with the fall of the government and it's broken cogs. Skittish like a rabbit and curious as a cat to get into places she shouldn't, have helped her widely to survive this long. With a can do attitude to trying out thing and preference to talk things out with people when most would be too embarrassed, she often ends up being a mediator between conflicts through she absolutely hates fighting and conflict.
Appearance
Her ethnicity is hard to place with her pallid skin tone from lifetime of malnutrition. Her short frame from stunted growth with painted black lips often smoking when possible makes a strange first impression of an adult lady of such a short stature. With her curly dark hair only making her look even paler, the slight freckles along her nose easy to spot. Though her chubby cheeks dimpling with a chuckle the strict goth look often gets broken up.
Notable Skills
From sneaking around, fiddling with makeshift tools, she loves to play with locks, a bit too much at times. Though with the crack of glass usually being due to an infected horde breaking through a house, the furious anxiety she gets from forceful entry is expected. Having to do odd jobs and no proper education combined with attention disorder she never got much book learning.
Background
Born as the ultimate cruel april fools joke with the passing of her mother due to complications. Froidoleia Swift was named after their parents love of fantasy literature. Raised with it as a way to get closer to her mother's memory, theather of mind games were a big past time when she spent time with his father. Growing up in low-income projects with a single parent, Froimi spent most of her time with the other kids in the immigrant filled apartment neighborhood. Getting up to mischief by climbing and sneaking into places they shouldn't, scraped knees and scuffed clothing were a daily occurance. Due to the moving around of families around her, she never got to properly make long term friendships though that let her focus on the good times she did to have fun with the kids around her. After the death of her father due to work accident, she bounced in and out of foster care and juvenile detention due to serial shoplifting, truancy and picking her way into vending machines and low security locks. Usually when the weather got cold, she did it in the middle of the local police station as being on the streets was too much of an issue. As life in juvie with the other problematic minors with mental issues at times was more dangerous than the streets with her stature, she tried to keep it to a minimum. The best time was chatting with the psychologists in the detention centers and work on self awareness of her issues and where they stem from and what to do with them. With her small frame from her genetics and years of malnutrition, she worked as a drug mule in her teens to make some quick money. Though on a run through states, the drug runners suddenly got into an altercation with each other, causing them to start shooting each other. Leaving her stranded in the middle of no where with a bag of weed and a witness to a group homicide. Hitchhiking out, town to town, she ran into a van of a goth band at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Recognizing the artist from one of her carried cassettes, she ran over for an authograph. Asking them for a ride out of the countryside, they took her out as a groupie a bit further as she didn't really have a destination and with the news of somekind of weird violent attacks everywhere going on, the cute little goth girl was taken in. Doing odd jobs and being a little mascot for the band, she joined them on the ferry to Braddock Island to get them to their gigs in the towns on the island.