Weight: 132 lbs.
Hair: A mahogany-colored version of this hairstyle.
Birthplace: Tucson, Arizona
Other Physical Characteristics: Slightly tan due to living and going to Arizona every other summer.
Advantages: Absolute Timing -5
Alertness (Lv.2) -10
Combat Reflexes -15
Eidetic Memory -30
High Pain Threshold -10
Strong Will (Lv.2) -12
Total: 92 points
Disadvantages: Overconfidence +10
Color Blindness (Monochromacy) +10
Total: 25 points
Skills: Running (Lv.1) -4
Sports (Softball) (Lv.1) -3
Fast-Draw (Lv.1) -2
Pistol (Lv.1) -3
Karate (Lv.1) -4
Speed-Load (Lv.1) -2
Area Knowledge (Malls) (Lvl. 2) -4
Area Knowledge (Police Stations) (Lvl. 1) -2
Sex Appeal (Lv.2) -6
Driving (Car) (Lv.1) -3
Total: 33 points
Character Story: My name is Ashlee Rosso, and I live in New York City. I've lived in this city a long time, but I wasn't born here. Originally, I was born in the city of Tucson, Arizona, and my mother never stood around long enough for me to know her. Still, I was meant to be a daddy's girl anyway, and the kind that wants to have the same occupation as him one day. You're asking me why I want to be a cop? Well, it's a pretty long story, but I guess I can share some of it with you. Like I said before, I used to live in Tucson, at least until I was 10. Although the move was difficult, I found out that I needed to let go of old things to appreciate the new. Sure, I kept the hobbies and dreams I had in Tucson, even though I couldn't really achieve them in this bustling city. I wanted to be a softball player for the Arizona Wildcats softball team, since my idol at the time was Kristie Fox, the best softball shortstop I knew at the time. But like all kids when they're about to go into middle school, idols come and go faster than ever. This was especially true since I moved to the Big Apple at that time.
My dad moved to New York City to join the famous New York's Finest, and as I expected, he got the job. I always knew my dad was a good police officer, but he was also a really good dad too. Sure, laugh at that cheesy comment all you want, but I still know that it's the truth. Anyway, when I started going to middle school, I realized that most people just lived their lives without being aware of everything around them. They cared little for their fitness, were more interested in short-lived fads, and could never be prepared for that day to come. Before I get on that subject, I want to tell you that I'm no ordinary girl. Don't start humming that song or I'll seriously pop you one! Anyway, for your information, I started to get into fights in middle school, probably because I needed an outlet for my frustration with fashion at the time. Seriously, I never really understood the fashion of the early 2000's. As a tomboy, I did get lots of friends that were guys, but even after I started to "mature" I never thought about dating or anything like that. But, my dad started to learn about the fighting, so he put me in karate classes. He said, "Honey, it's better to control when the punches stop flying than when they start."
I listened to him, mainly cause I'm gullible, and also because I knew what he said was mostly true. So, I started going to karate classes, and learned how to kick some ass. Well, at least I learned some other good stuff like "self-control" and the "inner self" other worthless junk. Still, after a while I stopped fighting much, and I started going to high school. Luckily, there were some sports clubs that offered softball, which was a godsend for me. Naturally, I signed up, and I started on the path to living one of my big dreams in life. That is, until the riots started...
Hey you, stop reading that kiddy stuff. Listen up, and listen good: that little girl you were just listening to, she's gone. This is the new Ashlee Rosso, the one that survived the zombie outbreak and managed to stick around for 10 more years. I'm not like I was before: quiet, shy, gullible. I've stopped being a daddy's girl, mainly cause my old man didn't make it through the first couple weeks after the outbreak. I feel sorry for him, though, since he didn't stick around long enough to see me become the woman I am today. Still, I've been living in the sewers with a bunch of other survivors recently, and we've gotten word that some guys want to start a full-fledged war and try to take back as much of the world above as possible. I'm going to help them out cause, you know me, I'd never pass up an opportunity to kick some undead ass.
Ruger P95 pistol (American, double-action, auto)
two 10-round clips
aluminum baseball bat
Kevlar vest and face mask