Post by jill "little" clarke on Mar 19, 2010 2:07:24 GMT -5
YEAH, THIS IS NOT NATURAL:
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A BUNCH OF HOLES WHERE THE DEAD USED TO BE.[/center][/font]
[/b][/font] Jill Luana ClarkeNAME
NICKNAMES[/b][/font] Little (which she always goes by).
BIRTHDAY[/b][/font] August 25th.
AGE 18.
ORIENTATION Straight, but not as an arrow.
SEX Female.
ALLIANCE Nyx.
ALLIANCE ROLE Scavenger. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
FORGET SUPERNATURAL, CAUSE ALL
[/font][/sub]THEPHYSICAL
THOSE RESTING IN PEACE ARE OUT WALKING THE STREETS![/center][/font]
BUILD Little is…well, little. She has a slight, lithe build and her height just barely reaches 5’1”. While her muscles are in shape, they aren’t built; Little can carry and use a melee weapon or gun as long as it’s a reasonable size, but in hand to hand combat she’s pretty much doomed -unless she plays dirty. However, no amount of dirty play in the world will help her with a zombie, so she mostly relies on her speed.
HAIR COLOR Brown (shade varies, sometimes even reddish, with the help of do-it-yourself dye) .
EYE COLOR Brown.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES She’s a fairly plain girl; before the apocalypse she’d use bright clothes to make herself stand out more.
PLAYBY Uffie.
ACROSS THE SKY, THEY CAN HEAR YOU ON
[/font][/sub]THEPERSONALITY
THE OTHER SIDE A SCREAM THAT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD![/center][/font]
LIKES
DISLIKES
GOALS
FEARS
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Little’s both hot-tempered and level-headed. Now, to make that contradiction make sense: if you say or do something that annoys her she’s going to snap at you or, if the situation calls for it, hit you. However, in a situation that requires it she doesn’t go into panic mode and/or become a pile of useless. Not to say Little’s fearless, but she understands the importance of remaining calm and logical.
Tempers and seriousness aside, Little is a fun-loving person. Well, lately Little considers ‘fake’ should be added to her list of qualities when she considers the acting she sometimes has to do with the Nyx, but otherwise she’s very open. While she lies just as easily as she breaths, Little prefers to be honest (often brutally). Before she was sent to take care of her grandparents, most of her time was spent with her friends and -with ‘you only live once’ being the story of her life- most of that time was spent skipping class and going out of the way to disregard laws.
Her biggest downfall is her addictive personality. She can probably count the number of weekends she’s been sober since age fourteen on one hand, and the only reason she didn’t get addicted to one of the harder drugs was because she made sure to constantly change it up so she wouldn’t get the chance to. Though, because of that, Little is addicted to being high. However, the drug business isn’t what it used to be now that the dealers are zombies, and it’s hard to pick the drugs off them when they’re running at you with intent to kill, so she’s turned to inhalants. Since they hit so hard so fast, Little makes sure to only do them in safe, hidden places at headquarters (stubbornly ignoring the fact she’ll probably die in one of these safe, hidden places). As a scavenger, the pickings are easy; after all, all the others are too busy focusing on food and other necessities to bother with cleaning supplies.
As far as her outlook on zombies goes, she’s better suited for the Koios. Only the risk of getting killed is keeping her with the Nyx, despite how the brute force and structure of the Nyx clashes with her preferred wild but friendly lifestyle. She also still has a tiny hope that a cure will be made and the remaining infected can be saved, making her somewhat understanding of the Inferi; but to go to the degree they do? Like, yeah she misses her relatives too and would love if they could come back, but to risk your life and kill normal people to protect them? Fuck that.
ALL ALONE YOU BOUGHT TICKETS FOR
[/font][/sub]THEHISTORY
THE NIGHTMARE AS YOU WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! OH![/font][/center]
PARENTS
SIBLINGS
OTHERS
HISTORY
Getting over the shock of your child coming home inebriated because of Scott and using up the protectiveness that comes with having a girl when they had Maggie, Little’s bad behaviour didn’t faze her parents too much. Justin was showing a lot of promise anyways, so it didn’t hurt too much to have one real miscreant in the house.
Having spent his younger days in the same small town in Ontario, Canada that they ended up raising their children in, their father understood that alcohol and marijuana would be an inevitable part of his children’s teen years since there was little else to do, so both of those things weren’t a huge issue with him. In time, their mother became the same. However, both disapproved the heavier drug use of their daughter Jill, and did their best to stop it –and, as far as they know, it did. In reality, since it wasn’t like she was using them a load anyways, Little just made sure to do them when she knew there was no chance of even bumping into her parents. Y’know, out of respect and all.
Another thing her parents never found out about was the ‘games’ her and her friends played: most of which revolved around breaking and entering and/or stealing. Like seeing how many houses they could get into unnoticed in one night and who could steal the most from whatever store struck their fancy, as well as an assortment of activities including vandalism and cop-baiting.
It can only be attributed to a miracle that she wasn’t caught for these things. Well, and to lax cops who find it easier just to give a slap on the wrist than charge teens for petty theft and underage drinking.
Little credits these games for her current survival.
Grade twelve had just reached its second semester when Little told her parents she wanted to drop out. She figured she might as well, since she barely ever went (the principle was constantly threatening to kick her out if she didn’t show up more) and was behind by four credits anyways. Neither parent approved of her being a high school drop out, but Little was determined, so they struck a deal: Little would go to her grandparents home in Fritch, Texas and be their live-in caregiver for one or two years. Her grandfather wasn’t expected to live until the end of the year, and once he passed her grandmother was to come live with them. Once she returned to Canada, Little was to go to the night school attached to her high school and complete her high school education.
Obviously, Little never did get the opportunity to return home.
Both of her grandparents succumbed to the virus early on –Little can only assume her younger, healthier body saved her from the same fate. Much to her despair, with so much focus on quarantine and how fast and hard virus hit, she never stood a chance of getting a plane home. So, without anyone she knew and barely knowing the area, Little tried to hold fort in her grandparents home as long as possible. However, after the water was shut off and she’d used almost all of the small army of water bottles her grandparents had kept around, she was forced to start looting; only, she had no clue about the alliances. This nearly resulted in her head getting blown off by a Nyx who’d rightfully mistaken her for an outcast. Thankfully, after screaming an explanation from the behind shelter of an abandoned car, she was not only allowed to live (something she quickly learned wasn’t commonplace for them) but allowed to join. Shortly later she learned of the Koios and quickly realized she was in the wrong gang, but also just as quickly decided she enjoys living. So, Little’s kept her true opinions to herself and, to be honest, she doesn't totally hate it. After all, a violent lifestyle means and exciting one, and fearing humans makes the zombies less stressful.
For obvious reasons she chose to become a scavenger and has actually found it almost enjoyable. At the very least it’s kept her from going stir crazy and, to keep from losing her shit, Little often imagines the zombies chasing her are cops –actually, she finds doing so also seems to trigger a part of her shit-disturber instincts that makes her run and hop fences like a gazelle.
THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! AN EMPTY HOLE IN YOUR
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CHEST WHERE YOUR HEART USED TO BEAT! DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?[/font][/center]
[/size] [/quote][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]YOUR NAME Brownie.
AGE 18 going on 19.
OTHER CHARRIES None yet.
SAMPLE show us what you're made of.she thought glumly, looking down at the oatmeal with distaste. Though she was grateful for the chocolate milk –clearly whoever put her information on that list was at least a bit considerate.
Dulcie entered the Mess Hall nervously biting her lip and tugging at the sleeves of her over-sized t-shirt. It was her first time out of her room, but she didn’t have total freedom yet: the nurse who came in to inform her that her solitary time was over also informed her that she was to go to the showers and then eat breakfast in the Mess Hall straight afterwards –no exceptions.
So, a few wrong turns and a helpful nurse later, Dulcie was clean and ready to eat.
Going up to the food line, Dulcie took a few moments and observed how everyone else was doing it, then timidly grabbed her own tray and got in line. The server asked her name then checked a list and nodded to herself before putting an unpleasant looking bowl of oatmeal onto her tray, along with a banana and a small carton of chocolate milk, and told her to enjoy her first real day.
“Yes ma’am, I will. Thank you very much,” Dulcie responded, her voice a little raspy from disuse. Blushing, she cleared her throat and gave the server her best smile before getting out of the way. Not that it’s off to a very good start,
Standing in front of all the tables and feeling extremely awkward and out of her depth, she once again started chewing on her lip as she fretfully looked around for a place to sit. Dulcie couldn’t help but outright reject some tables -despite how bad it made it feel her- due to how…well, crazy some of the occupants looked.
Finally, a boy sitting at a table near her, who was showing just as much distaste towards the oatmeal as she felt, caught her attention.
Although his method of showing it is rather childish, Dulcie thought, unable to stop a small smile as she watched him spit his food back into the bowl. He reminded her so much of one of her ex’s little sisters who she used to babysit; no matter how hard Dulcie had tried, the girl always found a way out of eating her veggies.
Despite his appearance telling her he was probably only a few years younger than herself, she couldn’t help but feel a small bit of the maternal part in her swell up. Before any thought even registered in her mind, her feet were carrying her over to the table.
“It’s that gross, huh?” Dulcie said -pleased to hear that her voice was clear and soft again- giving the boy a light grin. “Well, it always feels better to suffer with someone else than to suffer alone. Do you mind if I join you?”
