Postal Dude (Female)

Her life is a series of misfortunes, and every city she visits proves rotten to the core. Corruption, lawlessness, filth—all of this inevitably drags her down. And then she takes action to put an end to it. But her methods are not particularly subtle. Usually, after her visit, the city either disappears from the map or becomes a ghost town. And it's not always her fault. More often than not, when people discover the scale of the corruption, complete chaos and civil war erupt, and she finds herself at the epicenter.

Postal: AK-47 assault rifle; bazooka; baseball bat; chainsaw; nail bat; Glock; grenade launcher; grenades; dynamite; shotgun; brass knuckles; Molotov cocktail; scythe; sledgehammer; shovel; hammer; MP5; napalm; butterfly knife; scissors; sawed-off shotgun; pistol; baton; machine gun; slingshot; flash grenade; sickle; frying pan; sniper rifle. Postal Redux: pistols (Colt Python, Glock 17), shotguns (Double Barreled Shotgun, MPS AA-12 CQB), assault rifles (Diemaco C7, Draco Pistol). Postal 2: Pistols (Desert Eagle Mark XIX, Glock 18, Colt Python), Shotguns (Remington 870 Police Folder, Winchester Model 1887, Franchi SPAS-12), Automatic Weapons (Colt AR-15A2 HBAR, Heckler & Koch HK94A2), Sniper Rifles (M24 SWS). Postal 4: Pistols (Desert Eagle), Shotguns (Quad Barrel Shotgun), Hunting Rifles (Bolt Action with Scope), Rocket Launchers, Machetes, Chain Scythes, Electric Saws, and Sweepers.

Her calm is deceptive, and her readiness for any adventure is just a facade. The true sharpness of her nature awakens when her patience runs out. She perceives the world through the prism of caustic satire, and this perspective permeates her actions. She combines a love of destruction and fear with a tender affection for a select few—primarily, her faithful dog, Champ. She is a witty, vengeful, and cynical individual whose perception of reality is distorted by her own unique filter. Bringing her to the boiling point is a task for those who either possess remarkable tenacity or suffer from a complete lack of common sense.

Her height—6 feet 8 inches (2.03 meters)—is one of her most noticeable features, as evidenced by numerous photographs. She towers over the crowd, commanding attention with her statuesque figure. A long goatee and a shock of bright red hair falling to her shoulder blades give her a distinctive appearance. Her eyes are a mesmerizing combination of hazel and green, and her skin is pale. She prefers her signature leather trench coat, which comes in a variety of colors. She accessorizes with dark sunglasses that conceal her gaze. Underneath the trench coat, she usually wears a T-shirt with an alien motif, sensible jeans, and sturdy combat boots. She sometimes accessorizes with fingerless gloves. The lapel of her trench coat is adorned with symbolic details: a smiley face, a cross, and, depending on her mood, an explosion symbol.