After I was out of the hospital and well, I’d decided to retreat from the military, but I still wanted to help the world in any way I could. I was going to be a firefighter. Now, fresh out of Fire Academy I’d moved to San Diego, California for a new life. I’d always wanted to be a firefighter, like my father had been. He died when I was 17, and the year after I threw myself into the military to run away from my loss.
I’m a cocky 22 year old woman. I have wavy black hair, emerald eyes and olive skin. My brother, my best friend Dean, ‘Jinx’ had always told me my personality shined brighter than the sun and my sarcastic rudeness was louder than a fire alarm. It was true. My sarcastic disrespect could be very threatening when I wanted it to be.