Amelia Guerrera

## Pre-Apocalypse

*The following is an excerpt from Amelia's PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"From a young age, I always had a knack for getting into places I wasn’t supposed to be. Growing up in the small town of Todos Santos in Mexico, there wasn’t much to do but steal or do drugs. When I was about eight years old, mis padres found me in a neighbor’s house, surrounded by a pile of their jewelry, with nothing but a bobby pin in my hand. Ay, I was jealous of all of the chicas around town. Their beautiful golden necklaces, bracelets,  jewels.

     It wasn’t long until I graduated from petty thievery. At fourteen, I started boosting cars. And I loved it. The rush I felt, knowing I could get caught at any moment, sparking those wires, hearing the hum of the engine. It was… euphoric. Soon enough, aunque… I had a name for myself, an unknown criminal that would make no sign of entry, no evidence, nothing but the missing jewelry.. sometimes a car or two.

   Eventually, mis padres moved us to the US, I was lost, and confused for a bit… but, old habits die hard, si? I picked up right where I had left off en Mexico. Stealing jewelry, cars, anything I could get my hands on. One day, after I had boosted this \*really\* nice sports car, I almost hit some chica who was running across the street. Adorned in biker leathers, her red hair a mess from the running. I was.. struck, she had these beautiful tattoos, from her mouth down. She… grinned at me, before opening the passenger door, and hopping in, keeping that smile on her face as she dug a gun in my side. I drove her until she told me to stop, getting out without even looking at me again.

   I kept up my habits, rotating in and out of prison, falling in with a gang along the way, Los Muertos. We ended up getting in a territorial dispute with some biker gang, the Centaurs or some shit. When I pulled up to the arranged place, for the dispute, there she was, the same grin on her face, recognition flashing in her eyes. I barely had time to react before she rushed me, slamming her fist into my chin.

  By the time the dust cleared, only she and I were left, lying there, abandoned, both sides having run off to lick their wounds. The chica with the red hair and chin tattoos just.. got up, brushed herself off, and offered me her hand. Pulling me up, I finally officially met her, Hahona Tohu.

  We spent some time running together, pulling off some jobs, gang hits and the like, having flings sometimes, slowly becoming a kind of….criminal couple. I felt.. safe by her side, like she and I could take on the world together. We eventually made our way North, word of a couple of under the table jobs hitting our ears. Before we could make contact, the city locked down, no one was allowed in, or out. Really put a wrench in our plans.

  So… Here we are, Louisville."

## Season 0

Amelia failed to escape the city of Louisville before December 1st, 1994 and was incinerated in the December Bombings. They will be sorely missed.

## Personality

*The following is an excerpt from Amelia's PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"Amelia is tough, but a joker. She often cracks jokes at inappropriate times, trying to cut the tension in the air. Due to her criminalistic lifestyle, some would assume she’s only out for herself. However, if she can help someone, especially someone she cares about, she will do everything in her power to make sure they’re safe. Do anything to make sure the ones who hurt them pay. Others may see her as a lighthearted, laughy girl, but if anyone crosses her, or someone she loves, they will pay.

When not stealing or boosting cars, Amelia would often watch movies in her spare time, Aladdin being her favorite. She made a habit of collecting rings, and fidgets with them when she’s nervous, or uncomfortable."