Rachel Fitzgerald

Rachel was born and raised till the age of eight in the area of the plains commonwealth commonly known as oklahoma. Her and her family never really had their life together, usually on the run from various tribe like raids around the area. They learned to live light, as to constantly be able to get up and go as that ran back and for the from danger. Despite of this, there are a few things that their family kept over the years. Some photos, letters a book or two ,a couple other things, and the family rifle that’s been around for a few centuries. Do to their need to have little on them at all times, they instead had the need to learn things for their survival. Hunting, bushcraft creations, ammo-smithing, how to survive injuries and harsh environments. A major loss for her family was when she was 15, when she lost the two toes further to her left and her father die to a harsh winter . They were forced with the choice to leave him in the snow or die trying to bury them. They had to move on.
Years pass. Rachel and their mother make it into the land of West Virginia by passing over the Ohio River. Times were tough. Low on ammo, food, clean water and the sort. They needed a score, something big they could sell to get back on their feet. Together, Rachel and Mads hunted a beast that they beloved to be the solution. It took them days to finally track it down. It was the elusive sheepsquatch. They tried to fight it, but were overwhelmed the moment it revealed it could shoot its spines. Then, like a knight in shining armor, the man simply known as Gimlan came in and finished off the beast with a boom from his shotgun. He saw the family in need, and helped them on their feet. The few have been friends since, them and their group of hunters. After seeing settlers beginning to move in from the north, they helped them by catching game, allowing them to get their roots in the ground to be able to settle down. This built a layer of trust between the two groups.