Name
Alia Uzzell
Nickname(s)
Al, Lia, A.
Age
Fifteen
Gender
Female
Height
4'11
Disorders
Tourettes, CIP, Autism
Capabilities And Weapons
She has a pistol and two hatchets and a pocket knife, she is swift and pretty strong although she is relatively scrawny.
Personality
Alia is quiet and secretive, as she doesn't want people to know about her disorders even though it's obvious she has got some, she doesn't want people to treat her differently because of it, or discriminate against her, so she prefers not to tell the juicy details of her life to others, since she has CIP she cannot feel anything, she still hates physical contact though.

She isn't very talkative and she prefers to be alone, mostly due to the fact everyone who ever gets close to her, dies soon after a bond is established, which caused much emotional stress to the extent she never wants to see a living being again, no matter how hard that may be.

Alia is extremely anti-social and blunt, she says things how it is, she can't keep others secrets only her own, the burden of knowing someone else's secrets for too long drives her to insanity and eventually spills the beans.

Alia is oblivious and clueless to many things such as simple hand shakes or fist bumps, she is kind and caring although her natural expression may say the opposite, she has difficulties expressing emotions.

When angry she'll become the exact opposite, shouting, possibly getting into fights, etc.
Background
Alia grew up in the county side with her grandparents because her mum died in childbirth and her father was killed in a car accident a few years after she was born.
Alia was diagnosed with Autism, Tourettes and CIP when she was five, turning six.

She was home schooled because there were no schools in the area, she was learning stuff beyond her level of learning, years after, around the time when apocalypse started, she was in town with her nan when a man went up and bit her, Alia tried to get the man off of her but it was no use, after minutes of trying people started running around screaming as people tackled them down and started eating them, "Run, Alia," was my nans last words, when she fell to the floor lifelessly after the Walker had took a few chunks ot of her neck, I couldn't do anything to help her, I was defenseless and useless, I decided to run back to the house but, it was too late, gramps was also dead, he had already turned into a walker in fact, he was in the garden, Alia decided to take all the food and water she could find, put it all into a duffle bag, put some clothes in there, some manga, a pack of cards and a stuffed animal and grandpa's mobile that was on the table.

She walked to where the knives were and grabbed the sharpest ones she could see, as well as grandpa's pocket knife that was in a drawer, once she was done preparing she walked out of the house and into the new world.

Three months into the apocalypse she had joined a group, it was great, to be near people who would keep you and everyone else safe, but it failed, and all of them died but Alia, she had decided after that she wouldn't join another group again, and avoid EVERYONE and ANYONE.