Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 18, 2016 23:43:33 GMT -5
Full Name: Aspen Hekmatyar
Aliases:
Oakley
Penny
H.U.N.K (post-Apocalypse)
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Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Aliases:
Oakley
Penny
H.U.N.K (post-Apocalypse)
Avatar Photo:
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Below: Aspen unmasked
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Courier (teenager)
CalTech: M.S. "Behavioral & Social Neuroscience"
Department of Homeland Security: Federal Emergency Management Agency, Field Operative
Hometown (city, state, country): Lincoln City, Oregon
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Rick Hekmatyar (father, unknown)
Valencia Hekmatyar (mother, unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
H&K MP5SPK
Bereta M96F + sound suppressor
Japanese katana
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Black hooded rain jacket
Black knee-high lace-up combat boots
S10 gas mask (red lens) + black combat helmet
Olive and black harness rig
Navy SEALS scout pack + optional radio (contains a first aid kit, some MREs, extra ammo and gun maintenance kits)
Black duffel bag: Grey hooded coat, blue Wrangler jeans, red and white sneakers, fresh underwear
Mode of transportation: On-foot or vehicular
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Headstrong
Pragmatic
Forthright
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Irreverent
Sassy
Sadistic
Two-Faced
No modesty
List 3 strengths:
Adaptable and athletic
Knows Pencak Silat
F.E.M.A experience
List 3 flaws:
Psycho-sadistic tendencies (under certain conditions)
Smokes and drinks
HIV/AIDS
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Courier (teenager)
CalTech: M.S. "Behavioral & Social Neuroscience"
Department of Homeland Security: Federal Emergency Management Agency, Field Operative
Hometown (city, state, country): Lincoln City, Oregon
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Rick Hekmatyar (father, unknown)
Valencia Hekmatyar (mother, unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
H&K MP5SPK
Bereta M96F + sound suppressor
Japanese katana
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Black hooded rain jacket
Black knee-high lace-up combat boots
S10 gas mask (red lens) + black combat helmet
Olive and black harness rig
Navy SEALS scout pack + optional radio (contains a first aid kit, some MREs, extra ammo and gun maintenance kits)
Black duffel bag: Grey hooded coat, blue Wrangler jeans, red and white sneakers, fresh underwear
Mode of transportation: On-foot or vehicular
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Headstrong
Pragmatic
Forthright
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Irreverent
Sassy
Sadistic
Two-Faced
No modesty
List 3 strengths:
Adaptable and athletic
Knows Pencak Silat
F.E.M.A experience
List 3 flaws:
Psycho-sadistic tendencies (under certain conditions)
Smokes and drinks
HIV/AIDS
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
"You wanna know about me, huh? Fine, I'll tell you. Growing up, I was one of the unlucky kind of girls that wanted a lot of things, couldn't get anything, but also didn't want anything at the same time. I went to school with no real goal in mind other than just to do well and pass. Nothing too noteworthy there, right? But then it came time when I was a freshman in high school, my mom urged me to go to get a job, saying that same old song about 'I'm almost an adult so I should get some sort of income'. Fine, I'll give her that, it may be good experience to get paid on my own, but I was way too young to have my own credit card. So I had to settle with a job that had whatever income I made go to my mom's pockets instead. That was fine, though, I knew I'd be getting that money into my hands, rain or shine. The job I took was not a fast food chain employee, oh no, it was actually something quite...out-of-norm for society's young women at the time. Ready for it? It's...a courier. Yeah, I was a little mailwoman-in-training. Then again, it was fun; I got the exercise I needed via bike or on-foot, and got to explore the neighborhood. I kept this up for a month at best, having found a route that got my shift done quite quickly so I got to go home early enough to study.
Well, we can't always have nice things, can we? On one of my runs through the ol'neighborhood, this new man that had just recently moved into a used-to-be-vacant house more on the backside of the neighborhood so there was not a whole lot of surveillance in that section. For once, I actually felt...fear. And that fear was justified, looking back on it! As I got closer to the man that was actually looking pretty friendly because he was a new neighbor came up to me to greet me. Just as I opened my mouth to say, 'Welcome to our lovely neighborhood', he covered my mouth with some weird white cloth just as I was putting his first bit of mail into his mailbox. I could just feel my eyes widened as if they were gonna jump outta my head, and my nose and mouth were covered by this weird cloth. And right then and there, I blacked out. I fell unconscious into the arms of a complete stranger, on a rarely-guarded or easily-spyable portion of my neighborhood. I'm sure you can tell what happened next.
When I came to, I was almost naked at this man's side, with him completely unclothed. It was a travesty! He had my pants and underwear down to one ankle and he was preparing to do SOMETHING to me! All I could feel was a surge of indignation, fight-or-flight, and horror as I lashed out with anything I could find, eventually finding a haphazardly-laying glass bottle as I screamed bloody murder and swung it into the man's head. Just like that, I killed my first man, unwittingly. My emotions were on the fritz that I didn't know WHAT to feel. I felt anger, I felt anxiety, I felt shame, I felt...cold. I had this man's blood on my hands, figuratively and literally, and I felt no remorse for the guy, only emotions regarding myself individually. What was wrong with me? Was it because I found him to be scum? To this day, I never figured it out. It would be a little under an hour before some policeman barged into the house, looking for me. At first, I was relieved to see them as I scrambled to get my clothes back on, my cheeks stained with residue of salt from crying. I thought they were going to take the man to the hospital and take my home simultaneously, but I was wrong. No report was made on the man, and as I looked up, one of the officers was glaring down at me as if I had just killed someone close to him. Oh, wait...shit!
Not even an hour later, I was in a cell in the prison all the way on the other side of town, in solitary confinement under the guise of '1st degree murder', but I was not alone. You know what that means regarding 'solitary', right? The first thing I felt as soon as the cell doors slid open with the dreadful grind of metal on metal, I felt a kick to the back as I fell chest-first onto the floor and, being in handcuffs, couldn't help but squirm. Apparently, as I found out, the man I killed was the NEET older brother and benefactee of the officer, named J. Edwards, who was glaring at me. And he was now commiting this assault on me. As I coughed from the fall, I heard the sound of what sounded like tape, and my eyes widened in fear. I looked over my shoulder and felt that Edwards was already taking my pants off and tossed them aside, then took my panties, balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth. All that came from me were pathetic, muffled screams that no-one could hear, and it was enough to raise the ire of Edwards, he actually managed to establish a weird form of dominance as he freed his own thing of particular nature, and I felt sharp stabs of pain as I felt it enter me for the first time. I wanted to die, I wanted to cry my life out and watch it break; the shame was unbearable and so was the pain. Not to mention my rapist was quite the brutal fag. He had no intention of being gentle with me, I found myself futily speaking against my gag 'Fuck you..fuck you, I'll kill you..I'll kill you!', all while I even had the 'pleasure' of feeling his sickening, warm essence shoot inside of me as tears ran down my face. Having been in school successfully, I knew what that feeling mean't. And luckily for me, it was a safe day so I never got pregnant.
Edwards' antics didn't go unnoticed, however, as he was reprimanded for false arrest, battery, and rape of a minor, myself. He was then arrested, but that didn't do me justice. After the fact and with the consequences of two rapes in the same day, one attempted at least, I was free to go with no charges and even got taken to the hospital, where I found I was healthy but in so much pain. I bawled my eyes out the whole time for the rest of the night. The first thing I did when I got home was go to my room, grab a pair of my scissors from my crafting station I had at the time (I liked origami), and held them to my throat because I wanted to end it. But something...stopped me. Something that eluded me for months afterwards as I staved off of ending my life, until I found out I wanted revenge. I wanted to sate the growing darkness in my heart, somehow and someway, rain or shine. As time passed, I resumed my courier job after a full year of 'rehabilitation' from my ordeals, this time on a bike full-time. Everytime I passed that one house, I stopped to glare at it before continuing my run. I also took the time to enroll in private self-defense training...'Silat', I think my father called it? Whatever it was, I learned how to harness my body and got to exercise on my days after school when I didn't work, training at a gym. I didn't care if my martial arts raised eyebrows, I found it deadly and effective!
When it came for me go make the final stretch of my education, or at least for 'school' school such as going through sophomore through to senior, I grew a sort of facade that covered my darkness, my sadism that had been nurtured from my horrid experience in the past, a facade that gave me the impression I was a quiet but well-mannered and loyal girl, that I was studious and taken and that I had nothing bothering me. I kept this charade up all the way into college, well before Hell really came to Earth. Years before, I've gone through college, at CalTech more specifically, and gotten a degree that was quite rare among other people; people go for those fancy degrees such as Aeronautics or Astrophysics, et cetera, but me? I went for a Master's in 'Behavioral & Social Neuroscience'. I wanted to see just what made people who committed crimes tick. My progression didn't stop there, though. Eventually, when I was 26 like I am now? After Hurricane Katrina hit, I found a new passion: to work for F.E.M.A, and subsequently Homeland Security. I applied and applied, eventually landing a job as a field operative for F.E.M.A and received the proper training such as organization, strategic set-up, priorities in emergencies, the like; they had no more openings for desk jobs at F.E.M.A, so fine by me."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
"Cue a skip to just a normal day at back home, now 26 years old, and I was at a hall in Tillamook Bay Community College to observe student life and watch for criminal activity while also posing as a college student when there was word of a teacher, an elderly man, having collapsed after a hard cough attack that involved blood on the floor. It looked like signs of blood leakage and he must've asphyxiated on his own fluids and passed out...or died. I didn't know because I heard the sound of sirens not too far away. With a stretcher, a pair of paramedics came to the professor's side, only for one to have her arm bitten and scream in agony as the old man suddenly grabbed her and bit down into her like a hungry wolf eating a morsel of meat. It was gorey, bloody even, and I could do nothing but watch as the woman went down to be the man's cannibalistic meal. It was weird, he was so frail and slow when I last saw him 'healthy', but this display of eagerness and energy was something so unnatural. Then I saw it: the woman who had basically her body as a silver platter of food for cannibalism slowly rose up herself with a sort of empty expression on her face, her mouth agape with blood flowing out of it, only for her to lunge at her male partner who tried to reason with her. There was now a panic, with the man getting up himself to bite and feast on others, joined by both paramedics and whomever they also 'ate'.
Luckily, my beautiful blue 1990's Chevrolet Silverado was close by in the parking lot, so I made a mad dash to it and hopped inside, revved the engine with my key and left the campus, headed south from Tillamook Bay back to Lincoln City where I live. When I got there, however, I found my house ablaze, like someone set it on fire, and there was what looked to be a mass panic on the streets. It was like the onset of a riot forming, and that may have been the reason for the arson! I had no way of putting the fire out, and if what I witnessed was happening all over the city, I didn't trust the fire department to be coming, either. I could only hope that my parents got out, and I will come back here when the dust settles to find them, to find my home again, and soon left it all in the dust behind me as I traveled north and then north-east to Portland, then east ward along Highway 84 through Hood River, Boardman, Pendleton and the like until I left the state itself, biting my lower lip the entire way. Why did this have to happen?! I tried to radio for F.E.M.A to see what was happening and what they were doing; their answer? Static. I cursed myself, and drove off out of the state, just wondering why this shit had to happen! How could we have prevented this?!
A little ways out of the state, I was driving when I saw 2 men battering on a woman. None of those freaks around, which was a good sign it was just these two; I figured this state was already evacuated, so why were they there? I found out that they were looting. I got out of my truck, keys in my pocket, and walked up to try and diffuse the situation. The man they were assaulting was, luckily, still alive. As I walked over to comfort the man and find out why they were battering on him, I got knocked to the ground from behind. Before I could get up and fight back, I remember that tightening feeling...the sound and feel of a pair of metal braces cuffing my hands together, handcuffs! I was restrained, and tried to fight the men off but it was impossible from being on my stomach. I felt a latent sense of fear, indignation, anger and the like..oh, did I want to explode, when I felt the sound of my jeans being undone and tugged down along with my panties. Needless to say, the two men had their fun with me right then and there, and I hated it. Bared downstairs with my pants atop my knees downward, I looked up in horror and anger as one of the men aimed his M96 pistol at me, threatening to shoot me, to deem me 'damaged goods that should be thrown out'. But I heard the sickening sound of blood spurting everywhere and a loud scream of anguish. I looked up to find the man I rescued had hit the man in the head with a lead pipe, hard enough to cause a cut along his neck which made him fall over and eventually die of blood loss.
His accomplice tried to shoot the man, but I got up off of my knees with adrenaline boosting me, and dive tackled the man as best I could, using my weight for the offense, and watched as the same man hammered down on the thug with the pipe. Panting, I waited as the man gratefully undid my cuffs and tossed them away along with the key the bandits had for them. Free again, I took the Beretta that once threatened me and watched as the man walked away into the distance. With the sickening feel of a man's seed on my skin and inside of me, I quickly pulled my pants back up and ran back to my truck to continue on my leave...the events that just happened lingering on my mind. Are people really such animals now-a-days? I'm glad they were dead. I just hoped I didn't catch anything."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
"Nowadays, it seemed the dust has settled...but in a way I didn't want. The nation, possibly the world, was a nesting ground of undead faggots, weaklings and strong survivors. I didn't know when I'd get my chance to go back to Oregon to find pieces of my past, but I know it will happen, it has to. Oh, looks like I have to go. Talk again soon. HUNK out.", the familiar brunette woman with intense emerald eyes said as she shut off a tiny silver voice recorder and pocketed it safely in her pants and taking what looked to be a final swig of a bottle of brandy before leaving it on the table, adjusting her black and charcoal camo-pattern cargo pants before slinging an MP5SPK she had gotten during her journey along with the rest of her gear; a black assault vest with tan harness pads over her shoulders, a matching pitch black breathable raincoat with a hood, black leather fingerless gloves that she cut herself, a pair of laced charcoal combat boots and finally, an S10 gas mask with red lenses and a matching black helmet to go with it, as she stood up from a table to walk somewhere near a building and took what looked to be a iridescent blue chalk that lights up under light and made a F.E.M.A sign, with "0 alive" and "9 dead" under it in the bottom segment of an X, "OR-2" in the left segment and "BIO" in the right with that day's date in the top segment. Initializing her name on the top segment under the date and hour, she departed into the distance, gun at the ready...