Post by Sulfurlix on Aug 16, 2017 1:39:45 GMT
Elizabeth Richardson
Is a survivor of the current 'zombie' outbreak.
Former military soldier (Army).
Ranks Held: Private, Private E-2, Private First Class, Corporal, Sergeant, Staff Sergeant
May be addressed as Elizabeth, Eliza, Liz.
Aged at 30 years.
Born on June 5th.
- extra info -
Face Claim: Emilia Clarke
KIN
Robert Richardson
Father, Deceased (by zombies)
Nancy Richardson
Mother, Deceased (by zombies)
Theodore Richardson
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40 y.o., Whereabouts Unknown, Alive, Brother
Amanda Grace Richardson
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12 y.o., Whereabouts Unknown, Alive, Niece
Andrew Lee Manning
Deceased (by zombies), Fiance
RELATIONS
Sexuality: Heterosexual
N/A
Lover, Alive/Deceased, Age
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Albi
Male Snowy Owl, pet, Alive
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APPEARANCE
Stands at 5"5'.
Owns green eyes.
Has brunette hair.
Body is petite with muscle from running and fighting
Body has 3 tattoos.
1: - link - Neck/Right shoulder
2: - link - Left hip
3: - link - Under left breast
Has plenty of scars on her body.
PERSONALITY
Positive
Kind
Adaptive
Benevolent
Careful
Frugal
Neutral
Private
Reserved
Negative
Clumsy
Impulsive
Suspicious
Fearful
BACKGROUND
"You want to know my story? It's just like everyone else's." Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head. "I was in our apartment. It was just my fiance, Andrew, and I. I was twenty, he was twenty-three. He just proposed a few months prior when the world was still quarantined. We had hopes, then, that it would end soon and we'd have an amazing wedding. Then we turned on the news."
Elizabeth turned to look out of the foggy, grime covered window and out to the empty streets where cars were abandoned and trash littered the cracked road. "They said to board up your windows, lock the doors, don't go outside. So we did. For a whole week, we stayed cooped up in our apartment watching the news quietly in fear. We needed food, but we saw those... things. Andrew said he'd try to communicate with the neighbors again. Maybe they were home. So he grabbed his machete and I grabbed my baseball bat, and we went out into the hallway."
"Andrew went to the neighbor across the hall, and we tried the door handle. It didn't budge, so he knocked. No one answered, and at first we assumed no one was home until we heard the noises on the other side. He was about to knock again until angry pounding came from inside. It sounded like a demon screaming, and the banging was awful. We both started retreating backwards into our own apartment. I saw the person crawling towards us first, from the elevators. They were pale, and their flesh was falling from their face. When they started to stand, I screamed, and Andrew was quick to drag us inside and lock the door. We barricaded it and listened to that thing banging at our doors for hours."
"We tried calling for help, but we couldn't be too loud. We were lucky to see the military helicopter one afternoon; they were using those silent ones and I happened to be looking out the window. We climbed out onto the fire escape and waved our arms around, trying to be quiet as to not attract attention. They saw us, and a soldier was lowered down to take us up one at a time. We figured we were safe. They took us and a few others to a military base in the next city over. The fences were massive, with barbed wire, and several outposts with armed guards. We stayed in tens outside with other survivors."
"We were there for ten days before it happened. In the middle of the night, what the soldiers were calling 'walkers' broke past the fences. It was a horde. There were way too many for them to fight off. We ran for our lives, but one got Andrew. I tried to beat it off of him with his machete but it was too late. He was gone. It killed him." Tears burned in her eyes for a moment before lifting a hand to rub them. "A soldier grabbed my arm, and before I knew it, I was on a military truck retreated with everyone they were able to save."
"To get my mind off of Andrew, I joined the military; the army to be specific. They trained me, and I got sent into the cities to do recon, find survivors, collect supplies. I did that for eight years until I couldn't handle watching all my friends die anymore. I wanted to be alone. I set off on my own once my contract was up. I still have friends in high ranks, I used to be one. You rank up quick when people keep dying. Now, for the past two years, I stick to myself. I hunt for myself. I protect myself. I found an injured snowy owl, and after he healed up, he's stuck by my side. It's a rough life, but it's better than watching my friends die over and over again. I still hear their screams, and Andrew's, almost every night. Sometimes I have hope it'll get better. Sometimes I wish I'd been eaten already. One day at a time, right?"
THEME SONGS
1. Song Name by Song Artist
2. Song Name by Song Artist
3. Song Name by Song Artist
Is a survivor of the current 'zombie' outbreak.
Former military soldier (Army).
Ranks Held: Private, Private E-2, Private First Class, Corporal, Sergeant, Staff Sergeant
May be addressed as Elizabeth, Eliza, Liz.
Aged at 30 years.
Born on June 5th.
- extra info -
Face Claim: Emilia Clarke
KIN
Robert Richardson
Father, Deceased (by zombies)
Nancy Richardson
Mother, Deceased (by zombies)
Theodore Richardson
- image link -
40 y.o., Whereabouts Unknown, Alive, Brother
Amanda Grace Richardson
- image link -
12 y.o., Whereabouts Unknown, Alive, Niece
Andrew Lee Manning
Deceased (by zombies), Fiance
RELATIONS
Sexuality: Heterosexual
N/A
Lover, Alive/Deceased, Age
- link -
Albi
Male Snowy Owl, pet, Alive
- link -
APPEARANCE
Stands at 5"5'.
Owns green eyes.
Has brunette hair.
Body is petite with muscle from running and fighting
Body has 3 tattoos.
1: - link - Neck/Right shoulder
2: - link - Left hip
3: - link - Under left breast
Has plenty of scars on her body.
PERSONALITY
Positive
Kind
Adaptive
Benevolent
Careful
Frugal
Neutral
Private
Reserved
Negative
Clumsy
Impulsive
Suspicious
Fearful
BACKGROUND
"You want to know my story? It's just like everyone else's." Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head. "I was in our apartment. It was just my fiance, Andrew, and I. I was twenty, he was twenty-three. He just proposed a few months prior when the world was still quarantined. We had hopes, then, that it would end soon and we'd have an amazing wedding. Then we turned on the news."
Elizabeth turned to look out of the foggy, grime covered window and out to the empty streets where cars were abandoned and trash littered the cracked road. "They said to board up your windows, lock the doors, don't go outside. So we did. For a whole week, we stayed cooped up in our apartment watching the news quietly in fear. We needed food, but we saw those... things. Andrew said he'd try to communicate with the neighbors again. Maybe they were home. So he grabbed his machete and I grabbed my baseball bat, and we went out into the hallway."
"Andrew went to the neighbor across the hall, and we tried the door handle. It didn't budge, so he knocked. No one answered, and at first we assumed no one was home until we heard the noises on the other side. He was about to knock again until angry pounding came from inside. It sounded like a demon screaming, and the banging was awful. We both started retreating backwards into our own apartment. I saw the person crawling towards us first, from the elevators. They were pale, and their flesh was falling from their face. When they started to stand, I screamed, and Andrew was quick to drag us inside and lock the door. We barricaded it and listened to that thing banging at our doors for hours."
"We tried calling for help, but we couldn't be too loud. We were lucky to see the military helicopter one afternoon; they were using those silent ones and I happened to be looking out the window. We climbed out onto the fire escape and waved our arms around, trying to be quiet as to not attract attention. They saw us, and a soldier was lowered down to take us up one at a time. We figured we were safe. They took us and a few others to a military base in the next city over. The fences were massive, with barbed wire, and several outposts with armed guards. We stayed in tens outside with other survivors."
"We were there for ten days before it happened. In the middle of the night, what the soldiers were calling 'walkers' broke past the fences. It was a horde. There were way too many for them to fight off. We ran for our lives, but one got Andrew. I tried to beat it off of him with his machete but it was too late. He was gone. It killed him." Tears burned in her eyes for a moment before lifting a hand to rub them. "A soldier grabbed my arm, and before I knew it, I was on a military truck retreated with everyone they were able to save."
"To get my mind off of Andrew, I joined the military; the army to be specific. They trained me, and I got sent into the cities to do recon, find survivors, collect supplies. I did that for eight years until I couldn't handle watching all my friends die anymore. I wanted to be alone. I set off on my own once my contract was up. I still have friends in high ranks, I used to be one. You rank up quick when people keep dying. Now, for the past two years, I stick to myself. I hunt for myself. I protect myself. I found an injured snowy owl, and after he healed up, he's stuck by my side. It's a rough life, but it's better than watching my friends die over and over again. I still hear their screams, and Andrew's, almost every night. Sometimes I have hope it'll get better. Sometimes I wish I'd been eaten already. One day at a time, right?"
THEME SONGS
1. Song Name by Song Artist
2. Song Name by Song Artist
3. Song Name by Song Artist