tracy elizabeth caldicott was born on october 28, 1987 in smoggy longport, new jersey. her parents, timothy caldicott and sophia coleman, were free lovers and free thinkers, never married although they have five children together (tracy's the fourth) and have been commited to each other for over thirty years. together, they run a health food store in longport, where tracy helps out during the evenings, when she's not busy at her part-time job at an answering service, where she spends more time goofing off online than she does actually answering the phone. thankfully, her boss is a close personal friend of her parents, and since the business is small, nobody really feels any need to tell her to do anything different with her life. sure, she'd eventually like to find the cure for zombie-ism or cancer or white hair, but for now, she's preoccupied with being unoccupied, and she prefers it this way.

personality wise, tracy could easily be summed up with the words "pain in the ass", although there's more to her than that. she's all right, gets along fairly well with people in general, and has a solid core group of friends that she hangs out with a few times a week. she likes to drink but doesn't do it excessively, thinks smoking is kind of gross, and moved out of her parent's house last year in a fit of weirdness where she suddenly felt crushed by the weight of everyone's playful arguments and the endless menagerie of animals that ran in and out. her oldest sister, sandy, has three kids, who tracy loves more than life itself, but she has no plans on becoming a mother herself. when she thinks of her future, she doesn't see anything aside from an alien invasion and maybe some burger king.

otherwise, there's not really much to her aside from that. she likes flannel and washing-and-wearing her hair, has had "romantic interludes" with both males and females, and at the moment has a retarded "kind of like crush thing" on her roommate, val, who became her roommate thanks to her friends, who hooked the two girls up together. they go out dancing and practice their zombie killing aim together and on each other, and all in all, tracy doesn't really have anything to complain about. on the contrary, she'd even say she's pretty happy with her life, which is great news coming from her mouth, considering there has been a thing or two in her past that sent her into a depression for a few years. she's over the hump for the most part, and she doesn't talk anything about it, nary a hint, so as far as she's concerned, it's over, donewith, forgotten.