Elena May Philips

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Money/Funds: Saves:
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 * Bowyering:
 * Chemistry:
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 * Fletching:
 * Genetics:
 * Gunsmithing:
 * Horsemanship:
 * Leatherworking:
 * Mechatronics:
 * Musketeering:
 * Swordsmanship:

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Racial Traits+Perks: (Add more as you need)

 Hobbies: 

1) Lying

2) Stealing

3) Cheating

 Fears: 

1) Abandonment

2) Uselessness

3) Scorpions - specifically the tiny glow-in-the-dark ones

 Likes: 

1) Cats

2) Books

3) Coffee  Dislikes: 

1) Being ignored

2) Being talked down to

3) Impatience - even though she is impatient

 Character Bio+Description: 

She was born into a family of crooks. Raised by them. Loved by them. Her mother, her uncle, her aunt, her brother, and her. They made a living out fraud. Everything from stealing identities to bigger heists, like stealing precious items from elite collectors. She was good, she had to be. As loving as her family was, you didn't want to be the weak link. Life was good. Sometimes tense, sometimes even a little dangerous, but good. Until it wasn't...

It was all a bad dream. The Nell, the invasion, the slaughter. It was everywhere, and it came for everyone in one way or the other. They began the random selection for cryogenic freezing, a last ditch effort to save the human race. Random. Hah! They weren't going to choose anyone from a family with a track record like theirs. Though they'd only ever been caught for petty crimes, the offenses were rather frequent. No, the government didn't choose any of them to save, but her brother had other ideas.

He took her into the facility. Said he had enough money to buy them both a spot. She hated the idea of leaving the rest of their family, but when it came right down to it, it had always been the two of them against the world. He even brought her stupid cat to be frozen with them. She realized too late that he hadn't bought two pods, but just one. The cat was a favor someone in the facility owed him. She screamed for him as they drug her away, cursed him as he saved her.

 Backpack Inventory(C.C): 

Flashlight, Sleeping Bag, Rope, Lock Pick - 2, Field Rations - 7, Silver Christian Cross Necklace hung on a string, Bible, Seal of the Demshrin Knight Templar (she currently has no idea what this is at all), Coffee cup (#1 Mom!), Thermos, Canteen, rusted Multi-tool