Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 6:55:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Zoey Vritaski
Aliases: Zovri
Avatar Photo:
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Detective, Violent Crimes Unit, C.P.D (B.S.in Criminal Science & Psychology)
Hometown (city, state, country): Pittsfield, IL, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Nathan St. Germain (father, deceased)
Svana St. Germain (mother, unknown)
Mike Vritaski (husband, unknown)
Harold St. Germain (grandfather, deceased)
Svana St. Germain (mother, unknown)
Mike Vritaski (husband, unknown)
Harold St. Germain (grandfather, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Steyr M9-A1 (9mm semi-auto)
Colt Navy 1851 .44 *Custom* (WW-1 revolver, "The Cannon")
Arisaka Type-99 (WW-2 rifle, "The Flute")
Steel Will Chieftain (knife, "The Chief")
Colt Navy 1851 .44 *Custom* (WW-1 revolver, "The Cannon")
Arisaka Type-99 (WW-2 rifle, "The Flute")
Steel Will Chieftain (knife, "The Chief")
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Olive green cotton jacket
White and blue standard tanktop
Denim blue jeans
Steel-toed gray-black lace-up boots
Vintage Swedish M39 rucksack (backpack)
[*] Inside Rucksack: Flashlight + x2 batteries, M2 gas mask, topographical map, extra clothing/underwear, thick leather gloves
White and blue standard tanktop
Denim blue jeans
Steel-toed gray-black lace-up boots
Vintage Swedish M39 rucksack (backpack)
[*] Inside Rucksack: Flashlight + x2 batteries, M2 gas mask, topographical map, extra clothing/underwear, thick leather gloves
Mode of transportation: Vehicular/on-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Complex
Resourceful
Diligent
Inquisitive
Resourceful
Diligent
Inquisitive
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Stoic
Overly ambitious
Easily contemptuous
Rhetorically forthright at times
Overly ambitious
Easily contemptuous
Rhetorically forthright at times
List 3 strengths:
Extensible knowledge in situational survival and gun skills
Adept at military skills
Extensible knowledge in bartering
Adept at military skills
Extensible knowledge in bartering
List 3 flaws:
Can be cold-hearted at times
Insomnia
Drinks a lot
Insomnia
Drinks a lot
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Zoey grew up a daughter of mixed heritage of an American father and an Icelandic mother in a sleepy home in Pittsfield, Illinois. She was always an adventurous youth who wasn't afraid of going out to explore territories, beit her neighbor's or her own backyard. Growing up in a time where there was little to no video games in her particular household, she was more active than most children in her school grade, she was more prone to playing sports at recess with boys, but she had her moments being relaxed and academic as well in that she wasted no time brushing up early on social studies and national and international history, something eventually well above her education level. Her interest in history grew to be high enough, one would think she'd be an archaeologist, but she never pursued such a thing. Her father, Nathan, was a police officer who worked in the city of Chicago, so that often meant he wasn't around for much of the days save for his days off, which he spent happily with his family. Her mother, the foreigner Svana from Iceland, was a more housewife-type of woman who cared for Zoey dearly, even going so far to put chores beside her by playing games with her. Occasionally, she and her family would get visits from her grandfather, a veteran who had participated in World War 2 while his father, her great-grandfather, was in World War 1.
Many years later, at 16 years of age, Zoey had gone through life working on a healthy balance of academic and athletic education, so much so her psych profile and athletic profile would give her a scholarship to go to law school for police training, by recommendation of her father, if she kept it up until graduation of high school. Looking up to her father, this was the bud of a new dream for Zoey, who kept up the brilliant work and landed a healthy, athletic body and healthy brain to boot. Her happiness crashed one day months later when she heard on the news at home that her father was shot and killed on the job, and it left her heartbroken, like someone very important to her was just ripped from her. She went to her room and cried herself to sleep that day. Days gone by without Nathan, and it left Zoey a mere shell of what she once was, she was now more quiet and introverted, and more prone to violence. This new behavior continued until graduation of high school, her education and athletic prowess mundane by that point, and went to police academy at the age of 19 to apply for the scholarship that was practically handed to her; she was accepted, and determination to live up to her late old man's expectations only kept her fire alight.
8 years later, she had worked up to being a detective for Chicago Police Department's Violent Crimes Unit, a tier below Homicide Unit, and decided to take a day off to go and visit her mother in her old home since she left to have her own home in her Chicago high-rise apartment, with blessing from her husband Mike Vritaski, whose name she took. When she got there, she arrived to no answer despite her car being parked there, and made her way inside after using her spare key Svana gave her to enter, only to find a note. Her mother had been kidnapped, targetting her for being the wife of the man who practically gave them hell. She could feel pain just from her teeth gritting as anger washed over her, before she left to head back to the station after performing some basic yet thorough searching for any trace of her mother. On her way to the station back in the city to input a search for Svana St. Germaine, she noticed several police cars rush down the road in the opposite direction and merge onto the highway. She tried to radio in to dispatch to see what was up, only to be met with static. She hurried back to her high-rise in Chicago and went up to find that Mike had disappeared, most likely to the station, the next place on her list since she knew he was friends with her colleagues there, and went inside to take her late grandfather's military stuff, plus what he had also received from his father, which lead to a similar set of gifts from him as well. Nearly an hour later, after hearing news of a state-wide evacuation or alert due to some huge riot activity that was overwhelming police, so she packed her things into a large dufflebag that belonged to her father along with her clothes and clothes for Mike in case she ran into him, along with a case-covered slender container that was a WW2-era bolt-action rifle Harold, her grandfather, gave her as a hand-me-down, with an older hand-me-down in the form of a 1851 revolver made by Colt, and a knife that her father had given to her for her latest birthday for use whenever along with ammunition and supplies for the aforementioned weapons. She also stocked up on a map, flashlight with spare batteries, extra ammo for her primary side-arm, a 9mm Steyr M9-A1, and a few cans of cookable food in case she had to camp out while looking for a new place, or a road trip. Passing by the station, she found it deserted, all of the police cruisers were gone. With a sigh, she thought that perhaps Mike had gone with one of the policemen she passed by on the road back into the city, and took out her cellphone to try and call Mike. It rang, rang, rang and the instant the tone of a pick-up was heard, the no-service or busy signal rang on her phone, and looked at it while stopped at a STOP sign to see she had no service. What the hell..?
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
That night when Chicago started to fall to what was originally thought was a mass riot, she witnessed what bordered on the supernatural. A lone victim, a man that was laying face-down on the ground and with injuries befitting that of a trampling or stampede of people, looked like he was in dire need of help. She took her phone out and tried to emergency dial 9-1-1 to get the man help, since she was in a circumstance where she couldn't afford to get out of her car at the moment, but got the busy tone yet again. She was dialing again when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the once-incapacitated man stumble to a stand with effort, but made it up nonetheless. This was impossible, it looked like he had broke bones, broken shoulder even, yet he was now standing before her and turning in an awkward gait towards her, and she could see it: his eyes were wide from death and fear, and his irises were pale and white-washed, a sign of death; something that easily defied what was going on here. Now scared out of her wits, she chose to forgo the call and drove off in the direction of the police cars and going up the highway. She found a similar scene up there as well, only more of them were attacking helpless civilians like a horde of hungry wolves going after prey. Not knowing what this was or what the situation had for her, she made use of the little room she had left to turn on the highway and went the lesser-clotted direction. She huffed softly from the experience as she hoped to God that her husband was alive and well, same with her mother, and that she would find both of them even if it would kill her!
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
3 years after the apparent dead apocalypse, Zoey was going strong, with her hand-me-down weapons in addition to her own sidearm she bought herself for when she joined her a precinct of her state's police force, made up her arsenal as she wandered the dead wasteland, parking her car when she needed to to preserve gas and other such vital fuel, and to explore for supplies. Over the time she'd spent alone in such an era, her personality has changed to a more pragmatic and stoic one, keeping to herself mostly but did have a sense of humor if she met others, and was determined in her role of going from A to B and surviving while she did so.