Kara was one of 12 women in her tribe of around 100.. she was not of age yet, that was 21 summers. When female children are born, the people jejoice, they are raised with care, always getting a little more food than the boys, a little more leniency when mistakes were made. Women were trained to fight as much as the men, but it was always men who went on scouting missions, never, ever a woman. That being said, her agility and stealth were unmatched. She could sneak up on the best of the men in her tribe, she could get a blade on them before they even had a chance to blink.

She was enjoying her freedom, at the age of 21 she would be given to the strongest of the men for one month, then after that, 2 months would be spent waiting. If no child is concieved, it continued down the line. If it is found that she is infertile, she has her hair cut off and becomes a warrior. If the first mating takes.. the elders would mark the woman as a breeder.. if it was further down the line.. or if miscarriage occured.. then it came down to whether it was worth risking the woman for multiple children.

Kara wanted to bear a child, it elevated a woman to a status higher than most men, but at the same time she did not want to be deemed a breeder, doomed to bear child after child like 2 women of her tribe. She loved being outside, even in the wasteland, she ran across the bare land, jumping, twisting through the skeletal trees. She loved to hunt, to track, to be a warrior.. but a female who could not bear children was considered the lowest of all women.. and all men... except those who were lame.. or the Changed.

She was petite, only 5'6, slender in shape, but with curves that she had been told promised that she would be a breeder. Where most women were relatively flat chested and curveless, she had breasts that were hard to hide, hips that could bear the weight of baskets easily. Her nose is pierced on the left side, a symbol of her innocence, the jewel was red, showing she was a warrior. Her long blonde hair was generally messy, but she did try to pull it back with string she found. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, framed by suntanned skin.. or radiation burnt.. or chemically tinted, but it did not matter. Generally she was seen in scraps of leathers or skins, whatever could be found, or stolen.

Independant, strong, and curious, Kara often got herself into trouble. Her passionate view of the world ended in many fights (most of which she won), she rarely stood down if she thought she was right, and more importantly, she was used to getting her way.