Camila Linares

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass: it’s about learning how to ride in the rain!”

{ Camila }

Arabic, Latin
Meaning "Perfect" “Attendant”.
The name Camila is a girl's name of Latin origin meaning "young ceremonial attendant".
The Spanish Camila, pronounced ka-MEE-la, In Roman myth, Camilla was a swift-footed huntress so fast she could run over a field without bending a blade of grass. The name Kamelia has its roots in both Arabic and Persian cultures. In Arabic, it signifies perfection, embodying ideals of beauty and flawlessness. In Persian, it refers to the Camellia flower, which symbolizes elegance and grace.

Stubborn + Paranoid + Observant + Callous

There is nothing about Cam that says open or friendly, from the moment you meet this surly forbidding woman you get the sense she would rather be anywhere but here, with anyone but you. Despite her isolationist nature and her gruff and rude demeanour there is a loyalty to her that cannot be brought or broken, she shows her friendship in strange ways, appearing when others need her protection or getting food at a crucial moment, she is more likely to take a bullet or bite for you than give you a hug. Cam despises being told what to do or how to do it, she has been surviving alone since long before the outbreak began and her few friends are closer than blood, or were. A life of separation and paranoia has honed her, she watches a room, scours for exits, studies the faces of those around her looking for signs of danger. There are two things Cam always has, a plan of attack, and a clear escape route. She isn't the sort to spill her secrets or listen to your woes, but if she likes you then just maybe she will offer a beer or a moment of quiet contemplation.

Hunter Meat on the Linares table was whatever you could hunt yourself, because of this Cam had to learn from a young age how to track, trap, shoot and kill. Be it squirrel, Boar or bigger, from the day her hands were big enough to hold a bow she was out in the woods with her father learning to hunt, and from the day she fired her first arrow she learnt how to field dress her kills. Cams ability to move through her environment comes from the need to remain silent when hunting, especially when hunting the things that fight back. She knows how to read the wind, how to spot the signs of life where there seem to be none, and how to move like a whisper, a crack shot with her lever action rifle or a bow she rarely fails to come home without a solid meal.

Mechanic Growing up in a Garage meant learning all their was to know about vehicles, her uncles didn't help her obsession with bikes gifting her the first motorcycle she ever owned, a slightly beat up Rebel 500. Engines speak to Cam, she understands them better than she does people, her motorbikes are like extensions of herself and she can hear their pain when something is wrong.

Weapons Specialist Growing up with a paranoid veteran for a father gained her many skills, none of them social, Cam didn't just need to know how to shoot her guns to hunt, but how to maintain them, how to strip and clean them, how to adjust them to they were perfectly scoped in, even how to make bullets, Cam is a crack shot, because anything less than perfect shots under pressure weren't tolerated.

Survivor With her fathers ideology about needing to be completely self sufficient and free of society, Cam grew up knowing how to take care of herself, it wasn't just hunting and cars, it was about knowing how to create a clean water source, create your own energy, what plants could hurt and what could help. It wasn't just about knowing how to live though, her father wanted to make sure she could protect herself, the paranoid old kook drilled her like he was her Sargent, he taught her how to fight, how to evade capture, everything skill he thought she would need to survive a world he feared. Cam learnt to be tough, to be strong and to be adaptable, its this edge that kept her in relative comfort, that and the secret she left behind.