Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 6, 2016 7:44:24 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Christensen Bates
Aliases:
- Chris
- "Bates"
Avatar Photo:
Age:
- 24
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- University student
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Tillamook Bay, Oregon
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Nathan Bates (father, deceased)
- Ariel Bates (mother, undead)
- Aaron Jacoby (former boyfriend, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Aromatic Cedar Twisted 55" bo staff
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Kitanica Mark VI (hooded jacket, khaki)
- 5.11 Styke (pants, green)
- super.natural Sport LS Top 175
- Salomon Quest 4D 2 GTX (footwear)
- Suunto Ambit3 Peak (watch)
- Wild Things Tactical Andinista Pack
- SureFire Y300 Ultra (flashlight)
- Rapidcare 37 Piece First Aid Kit
Mode of transportation:
- On-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Pragmatic
- Merciful
- Adventurous
- Headstrong
- Organized
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Irreverent
- Sassy
- Delinquency
- Sociopathy
List 3 strengths:
- Resourceful
- Knows Combato Defendu (from great-grandfather)
- Adaptability
List 3 flaws:
- Has AIDS/HIV
- Disassociative Identity Disorder
- Smokes and drinks
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
"I guess if you want to know about me, then I better take you back to the time before I got my hands on my ass-kicking staff, right? The times where life was hella good? Alright, I'll take you back. According to my mother, I got AIDS and HIV when I was a baby. The doctor in charge, by my parents' request, decided it was a good idea to get me immunized while I was still fresh so I could develop a natural tolerance to what I'm vaccinated with. Okay, that's no big deal, it helps me in the long run. But it doesn't if what you're injecting said immunization vaccine into me with wasn't properly sterilized. Some idiot didn't clean the syringe part of the tool from blood from a recent surgery, and so that blood and bacteria made its way onto the needle right after it was replaced onto the syringe. So now not only did I get germs and shit into my system, but the exchange of blood gave me HIV and AIDS by extension. I went through my education until years later, after school one day as a 15-year-old sophomore in high school, I got pinned to the wall behind the school outside by a couple boys and a single girl. They were teasing me about being so new and how I totally stood out from the crowd. Being the tomboy I was, I fought back, I struggled to push them away as I felt one of them...cop a feel. That's when I lost it, and full out slapped the crud out of all 3 of them before I ran off to go home, knowing our principal was gone for the day so he couldn't help.
I told my parents about my ordeal, and they understood so they scheduled to go to talk to the principal sometime the next day and I went with them. I was outraged to find that because it was a majority thing as the kids brought their own parents, I got suspended for a couple months. Angry, my father took it upon himself to ask his grandfather to come by to his ouse. Of course, I hadn't seen him in ages. At my father's request, he proceeded to train me in the ancient style of combat known as Combato and Defendu. Through 2 long months of gradual training with some days being technique training and the rest conditioning, it came time for me to return to school. I enter the school, only to find everyone there just...watching me like I was a monster. Eventually, I cut myself by accident with a pair of scissors, and a boy, his name was Aaron, came up to me and placed his hand on my wound to help it heal, but he exposed himself to my condition by himself because he failed to wash his hands, he later told me out of fear. It didn't take long for his life to fail miserably before and then he got sent to the hospital where he found he had AIDS as well, from me. It was from Aaron that the school found out I had a dangerous condition, and so I got bullied for it. After graduation and some time of preservation, let's just say I managed to leave that stupid school and picked up smoking from some friends outside, eventually drinking as well. Sometimes afterwards, I would have these weird black-outs after feeling an intense sense of a what I felt was anger, and I would wake up some time later with no recollection of what happened. Am I a freak? I somehow had managed to make it to college, either as pity from the principal, or I really was that good, but I had no idea what I was going to go to the university for. Being as angry as I was, I had several ideas of what I wanted to do, such as be a game developer, an artist or even a photographer! But I never had the chance for any of that stuff to come true..."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- "The day all this shit hit the fan, I was going through an emotional crisis. My parents started to berate me for slouching about on my education, which is hella annoying because I didn't know what the hell I wanted to do, and they weren't helping! On one of my trips to college, I had met a kindly, blind old man who was feeling about with a rather beautiful wooden stick that could pass for a bludgeoning tool with its spirally feel near the middle to the lower end, the top having a strap on it. I didn't know why, but I felt like I could talk to him, like because we both had something wrong with us, we could relate. He ended up telling me he was a master of Aikido and bojutsu back in his day, and that he fends off muggers with the same stick he was using to walk. To my surprise, he brushed me aside and let out a harsh swipe, fueled by contraction of his stomach muscles despite his age, with the upper end of his stick against the head of a man that was apparently about to grab me. I asked him how he knew, and he said that..."he just felt it". Strange. So I look down at the man, but I felt my throat catch when I saw several bite marks and missing flesh...what the hell was it? He should've been dead with that much blood missing, nevermind the open wounds, yet he was just up and about trying to grab me? I exclaimed this to the old man, and he told me there wasn't enough time for this, took my hand and led me to his house.
A bit later, not even 2 hours into being in his house, I tried to leave because, believe it or not, I really was scared for my parents. If this kind of thing was happening at the university, who knew how many people were affected, or how far it spread. For all she knew, her next door neighbor could be just like that guy outside! But the old man wouldn't let me leave, so I tried to hit him with a punch, only to be easily redirected and sent flying into a wall, knocking me clean out. Thankfully, I wasn't dead because when I came to, I was apparently in a weird-looking pasture, like I was under the house the old man lives in. "Are you feeling better? Because I will not let you leave, I will not let you harm me, not until you can shove aside your anger and emotions, and learn to do what is right, youngin'.", well I called bullshit on what he said, and got up to try and get out, but it was locked. To my surprise, he mentioned how he wanted to take one a disciple, one last time, and he wanted it to be his daughter but she left the country before he could. So he held out something...slender yet sturdy-looking, it was a similar staff that he had, but he told me his wood was Yew, while this one was a freshly-made aromatic Cedar, a very powerful wood. Reluctantly, I decided to join him and be his disciple for however long...hours, a day, week? But he knew I didn't have such time, I would need to know the core principles of how he lived, so that I could live by them and develop myself on my own two feet. He drilled into me that it isn't good to take a life, that I must be a rescuer of sorts, never taking lives but saving them, even if it meant that person being evil. Slowly, I swayed to that idea to the point where his ideals and mine mixed. Then came the time when, while I was in his backyard training with some kata that he showed me, one of the should-be-dead people that I encountered before made her way into his backyard, and that allowed me to practice...as she came closer, I stepped back a bit, trying to tell her to go away, that I didn't want to hurt her. Her reaction? She came closer still, mouth agape like she was hungry, and tried to lunge for me. I quickly stepped aside and bashed my staff into the back of the woman's head. With a sickening thud, she fell easily with a large cave in her cranium. Panting lightly from what just happened, I stepped back. "Oh, fuck...I killed her..!"
I went inside the house, only to find another of the infected inside already, eating at the old man who had already stopped breathing. For the first time, I felt a mix of melancholy and rage at the side, and proceeded to end the non-life of the cannibalistic monster before her, before bowing my head to my mentor. In a way, he saved me, so I wanted to hold his principles to life. I quickly left the house, surprised to find only 2 or so more of the infected people...where were they coming from? I didn't know, but she had to go home, quickly! I got in my truck, a beautiful red Chevrolet Silverado, and drove home. When I got there, I couldn't hold in the shock..the door was wide open, and I could see the faint outline of my father on the floor in the back of the house. Cautiously, I strode in, staff in hand, only to find my dead father, who lay in a bed of glass from our coffee table, some of it in his head...and my mother, apparently like the infected outside, in our backyard with the door open. Now was my chance to get my stuff...thankfully, I didn't fill my room with desirables like other girls my age, I always lived life. I had my grandfather's hand-me-down traveling pack, pale green in color with a camo design, and used it to fill everything I needed. Our family first aid pack, some canned foods and others that could be taken for travel, and I took the time to go through my father's closet. I found a nice jacket that he used to wear, with a hood, so I took it and put the a nice breathable dark grey shirt in my pack along with police-worthy pants and a pair of grey and white boot-shoes that I found out he wanted to give me for my birthday, which was, ironically, tomorrow. With a sigh and a turn, I did a once-over on my room, already having everything I ever needed or wanted in my pack so all that remained in my room was my entertainment center, empty dresser, empty bed, and empty closet. With a turn of my head, I left my room and started for the door, before I heard the sound of an infected outside. I decided to say "screw it", and ran to my truck and tossed my pack into the passenger seat, closed my door, started my baby up with my staff between the seat and podium in the center of the truck, and drove for lands unknown."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
"After all the shit hit the fan, I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with this damned apocalypse. On one had, there are murderous people, that I found to be 'zombies' from observation and confirmation that they were corpses, filling the nation to the brim with a constant threat of death and deprivation. On the other hand, everything was so much simpler. There'd be the occasional colony of survivors like me, and some even had networks with each other. I found life more...50 shades of exciting with this situation, a combo of the threat of death, meeting new people and progressing through my own life has its own merits, I'd have to say."
- Christensen Bates
Aliases:
- Chris
- "Bates"
Avatar Photo:
Age:
- 24
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- University student
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Tillamook Bay, Oregon
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Nathan Bates (father, deceased)
- Ariel Bates (mother, undead)
- Aaron Jacoby (former boyfriend, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Aromatic Cedar Twisted 55" bo staff
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Kitanica Mark VI (hooded jacket, khaki)
- 5.11 Styke (pants, green)
- super.natural Sport LS Top 175
- Salomon Quest 4D 2 GTX (footwear)
- Suunto Ambit3 Peak (watch)
- Wild Things Tactical Andinista Pack
- SureFire Y300 Ultra (flashlight)
- Rapidcare 37 Piece First Aid Kit
Mode of transportation:
- On-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Pragmatic
- Merciful
- Adventurous
- Headstrong
- Organized
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Irreverent
- Sassy
- Delinquency
- Sociopathy
List 3 strengths:
- Resourceful
- Knows Combato Defendu (from great-grandfather)
- Adaptability
List 3 flaws:
- Has AIDS/HIV
- Disassociative Identity Disorder
- Smokes and drinks
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
"I guess if you want to know about me, then I better take you back to the time before I got my hands on my ass-kicking staff, right? The times where life was hella good? Alright, I'll take you back. According to my mother, I got AIDS and HIV when I was a baby. The doctor in charge, by my parents' request, decided it was a good idea to get me immunized while I was still fresh so I could develop a natural tolerance to what I'm vaccinated with. Okay, that's no big deal, it helps me in the long run. But it doesn't if what you're injecting said immunization vaccine into me with wasn't properly sterilized. Some idiot didn't clean the syringe part of the tool from blood from a recent surgery, and so that blood and bacteria made its way onto the needle right after it was replaced onto the syringe. So now not only did I get germs and shit into my system, but the exchange of blood gave me HIV and AIDS by extension. I went through my education until years later, after school one day as a 15-year-old sophomore in high school, I got pinned to the wall behind the school outside by a couple boys and a single girl. They were teasing me about being so new and how I totally stood out from the crowd. Being the tomboy I was, I fought back, I struggled to push them away as I felt one of them...cop a feel. That's when I lost it, and full out slapped the crud out of all 3 of them before I ran off to go home, knowing our principal was gone for the day so he couldn't help.
I told my parents about my ordeal, and they understood so they scheduled to go to talk to the principal sometime the next day and I went with them. I was outraged to find that because it was a majority thing as the kids brought their own parents, I got suspended for a couple months. Angry, my father took it upon himself to ask his grandfather to come by to his ouse. Of course, I hadn't seen him in ages. At my father's request, he proceeded to train me in the ancient style of combat known as Combato and Defendu. Through 2 long months of gradual training with some days being technique training and the rest conditioning, it came time for me to return to school. I enter the school, only to find everyone there just...watching me like I was a monster. Eventually, I cut myself by accident with a pair of scissors, and a boy, his name was Aaron, came up to me and placed his hand on my wound to help it heal, but he exposed himself to my condition by himself because he failed to wash his hands, he later told me out of fear. It didn't take long for his life to fail miserably before and then he got sent to the hospital where he found he had AIDS as well, from me. It was from Aaron that the school found out I had a dangerous condition, and so I got bullied for it. After graduation and some time of preservation, let's just say I managed to leave that stupid school and picked up smoking from some friends outside, eventually drinking as well. Sometimes afterwards, I would have these weird black-outs after feeling an intense sense of a what I felt was anger, and I would wake up some time later with no recollection of what happened. Am I a freak? I somehow had managed to make it to college, either as pity from the principal, or I really was that good, but I had no idea what I was going to go to the university for. Being as angry as I was, I had several ideas of what I wanted to do, such as be a game developer, an artist or even a photographer! But I never had the chance for any of that stuff to come true..."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- "The day all this shit hit the fan, I was going through an emotional crisis. My parents started to berate me for slouching about on my education, which is hella annoying because I didn't know what the hell I wanted to do, and they weren't helping! On one of my trips to college, I had met a kindly, blind old man who was feeling about with a rather beautiful wooden stick that could pass for a bludgeoning tool with its spirally feel near the middle to the lower end, the top having a strap on it. I didn't know why, but I felt like I could talk to him, like because we both had something wrong with us, we could relate. He ended up telling me he was a master of Aikido and bojutsu back in his day, and that he fends off muggers with the same stick he was using to walk. To my surprise, he brushed me aside and let out a harsh swipe, fueled by contraction of his stomach muscles despite his age, with the upper end of his stick against the head of a man that was apparently about to grab me. I asked him how he knew, and he said that..."he just felt it". Strange. So I look down at the man, but I felt my throat catch when I saw several bite marks and missing flesh...what the hell was it? He should've been dead with that much blood missing, nevermind the open wounds, yet he was just up and about trying to grab me? I exclaimed this to the old man, and he told me there wasn't enough time for this, took my hand and led me to his house.
A bit later, not even 2 hours into being in his house, I tried to leave because, believe it or not, I really was scared for my parents. If this kind of thing was happening at the university, who knew how many people were affected, or how far it spread. For all she knew, her next door neighbor could be just like that guy outside! But the old man wouldn't let me leave, so I tried to hit him with a punch, only to be easily redirected and sent flying into a wall, knocking me clean out. Thankfully, I wasn't dead because when I came to, I was apparently in a weird-looking pasture, like I was under the house the old man lives in. "Are you feeling better? Because I will not let you leave, I will not let you harm me, not until you can shove aside your anger and emotions, and learn to do what is right, youngin'.", well I called bullshit on what he said, and got up to try and get out, but it was locked. To my surprise, he mentioned how he wanted to take one a disciple, one last time, and he wanted it to be his daughter but she left the country before he could. So he held out something...slender yet sturdy-looking, it was a similar staff that he had, but he told me his wood was Yew, while this one was a freshly-made aromatic Cedar, a very powerful wood. Reluctantly, I decided to join him and be his disciple for however long...hours, a day, week? But he knew I didn't have such time, I would need to know the core principles of how he lived, so that I could live by them and develop myself on my own two feet. He drilled into me that it isn't good to take a life, that I must be a rescuer of sorts, never taking lives but saving them, even if it meant that person being evil. Slowly, I swayed to that idea to the point where his ideals and mine mixed. Then came the time when, while I was in his backyard training with some kata that he showed me, one of the should-be-dead people that I encountered before made her way into his backyard, and that allowed me to practice...as she came closer, I stepped back a bit, trying to tell her to go away, that I didn't want to hurt her. Her reaction? She came closer still, mouth agape like she was hungry, and tried to lunge for me. I quickly stepped aside and bashed my staff into the back of the woman's head. With a sickening thud, she fell easily with a large cave in her cranium. Panting lightly from what just happened, I stepped back. "Oh, fuck...I killed her..!"
I went inside the house, only to find another of the infected inside already, eating at the old man who had already stopped breathing. For the first time, I felt a mix of melancholy and rage at the side, and proceeded to end the non-life of the cannibalistic monster before her, before bowing my head to my mentor. In a way, he saved me, so I wanted to hold his principles to life. I quickly left the house, surprised to find only 2 or so more of the infected people...where were they coming from? I didn't know, but she had to go home, quickly! I got in my truck, a beautiful red Chevrolet Silverado, and drove home. When I got there, I couldn't hold in the shock..the door was wide open, and I could see the faint outline of my father on the floor in the back of the house. Cautiously, I strode in, staff in hand, only to find my dead father, who lay in a bed of glass from our coffee table, some of it in his head...and my mother, apparently like the infected outside, in our backyard with the door open. Now was my chance to get my stuff...thankfully, I didn't fill my room with desirables like other girls my age, I always lived life. I had my grandfather's hand-me-down traveling pack, pale green in color with a camo design, and used it to fill everything I needed. Our family first aid pack, some canned foods and others that could be taken for travel, and I took the time to go through my father's closet. I found a nice jacket that he used to wear, with a hood, so I took it and put the a nice breathable dark grey shirt in my pack along with police-worthy pants and a pair of grey and white boot-shoes that I found out he wanted to give me for my birthday, which was, ironically, tomorrow. With a sigh and a turn, I did a once-over on my room, already having everything I ever needed or wanted in my pack so all that remained in my room was my entertainment center, empty dresser, empty bed, and empty closet. With a turn of my head, I left my room and started for the door, before I heard the sound of an infected outside. I decided to say "screw it", and ran to my truck and tossed my pack into the passenger seat, closed my door, started my baby up with my staff between the seat and podium in the center of the truck, and drove for lands unknown."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
"After all the shit hit the fan, I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with this damned apocalypse. On one had, there are murderous people, that I found to be 'zombies' from observation and confirmation that they were corpses, filling the nation to the brim with a constant threat of death and deprivation. On the other hand, everything was so much simpler. There'd be the occasional colony of survivors like me, and some even had networks with each other. I found life more...50 shades of exciting with this situation, a combo of the threat of death, meeting new people and progressing through my own life has its own merits, I'd have to say."