Mary Lou Kurtz

The Military Brat that had seen the world by the age of eighteen.  At that point her foster father gave her the choice of joining the Military or living on her own.  She chose the later.  It was not an easy choice, but she knew some where in the world she had a sister.  A sister that was four years younger then her.  All she had to remember was a baby blanket that was rescued from the orphanage dumpster and an old photograph.  It had been sixteen years she rested eyes upon her baby sister, and now it was time for a visit.  Speaks English, Russian, Lithuanian.

At twenty years old, she was unmistakably a woman.  She was a yoga fanatic, each muscle was sleek and tone.  She enjoyed surfing and modeling on the side.  But, for one reason or another, when out, she wore black baggy cargo pants on those shapely hips and wife beaters in an assortment of colors.  Her shoes were Military issue combat boots.  She was the Kurtz foster child gone AWOL.  In her pocket she carries two weapons, brass knuckles.  They are a perfect fit, a gift straight from General Kurtz himself. 

And now, she has entered the Realm of Brimstone.  And there's a good chance she found the baby sister that she hadn't seen in sixteen years.  The world is opening up, and she feels it's time to put everything behind her. Or try to.

Height: 5'8" Eyes: Brown Weight: 115 Hair: Strawberry blond Dress Size: 8 Bust: 35" Hips: 35" Waist: 23"