Post by Risa Buie on Jun 4, 2016 3:27:56 GMT -5
Full Name: Buie, Risa
Alias: Rita Simmons (fake identity)
Avatar Photo:
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:
*See "Avatar Photo"*
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Ivy League (Yale University) Gymnastics
Corporate spy
Navy SEALS (Contemporary)
Corporate spy
Navy SEALS (Contemporary)
Hometown (city, state, country): San Diego, CA, United States
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Joey Burns (Source/Boyfriend, Navy SEALS recruiter, Deceased)
Alec Simmons (Adoptive Guardian, Unknown)
Alec Simmons (Adoptive Guardian, Unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Glock 17
Fallkniven A1 Survival Knife
Fallkniven A1 Survival Knife
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Brown canvas coat + scarf
Womens' denim shorts + black sports leggings
Short-sleeve white t-shirt
Black and grey steel-toed lace-up boots
Crosman Pistol Shoulder Holster: 2x Pistol Magazine (full), Glock 17
Womens' denim shorts + black sports leggings
Short-sleeve white t-shirt
Black and grey steel-toed lace-up boots
Crosman Pistol Shoulder Holster: 2x Pistol Magazine (full), Glock 17
Mode of transportation: On foot, vehicular: Jet ski
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Cunning
Complex
Dynamic
Intrepid
Complex
Dynamic
Intrepid
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Duplicitous
Dynamic sense of humor
Manipulator
Duplicitous
Dynamic sense of humor
Manipulator
List 3 strengths:
Seasoned infiltrator
/assassin
Athletic
Immensely agile gymnast
Seasoned infiltrator
/assassin
Athletic
Immensely agile gymnast
List 3 flaws:
Asocial
Vengeful (to those that raise her ire)
Lone wolf by heart
Asocial
Vengeful (to those that raise her ire)
Lone wolf by heart
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
"[Do you ever know the feeling of when you are not wanted, like discarded trash from a family, like discarded chaff from wheat? That is what I am...or rather, what I used to be. Earliest thing I remember is the feeling a cold steel rail on my hand as I waited for a ferry to dock overseas...from a harbor in Japan to San Diego, California. I wasn't going alone, mind you, I had some friend of my father's, apparently a travel buddy, as my chaperone and I was told by my dad I was living with him now. I never knew why I was forced out of my home. To this day, I don't know, no one would tell me, and so now I do not wonder what happened to them; they were my parents, no longer. The man who raised me in my parents' stead was a single man named Alec Simmons. Alec was a travel coordinator for many people who needed help hooking to flights and travel plans, such as planning for stays at hotels, finding the best and right flights and flight times, the works. How did I know all this? I was just a kid, what do you expect? But kids are always the best at gathering information, always the best snitches. While he was leading a meeting of such affairs, I listened in and he never knew a thing, he never knew because I didn't tell him. I discovered an important skill of mine, I can take knowledge and use it to my advantage.
It's amazing how loose human nature can be for people when they let things slip--things they wish they can take back. It wasn't long before Alec enrolled me into school because I needed to go, he was required to for having a child live with him to have that child undergo some form of education. Thing is, since I wasn't his kid, he had to provide me a new identity with the courts. The identity he gave me was Rita Simmons. As Rita, I went to school and tried to make friends, but I found it hard to keep any of them; they were all so...different. The girls talked just about boy crushes and toys, so did the boys about girls and cars or action figures. I simply sat back by myself and drew pictures or read books. I refused to be a part of that crowd if they didn't want me in their circles. This same scenario repeated year after year with only slight variation; I would try to make friends, I keep them for a bit but circumstances deem them choose their other friends over me. Hell, some of the girls refused to hang out with me because I showed no interest in boys, or talked about dating.
When it came to high school, I was already accomplished at my art of information gathering, but I had other things on my mind, too. I had grown fond of various movies regarding spies, my favorite being the 'James Bond' franchise. I often found myself trying to act like James around the house, like hugging the walls with my fingers in an L shape like a gun, and just pranced around the house applying stealth as best as I could. Behind the couch, under a table, in Alec's own shadow while he walked around, you name it and I did it. It was fun. As part of the PE program for my school, I took gymnastics for my gym period rather than the generic do-one-thing-per-week class everyone else usually got. It was also fun, in that I got to build up my strength but also got to learn to use muscles I never knew I had in ways I never knew I could. I learned how to balance myself on my hands, do cartwheels and flips, or even had to adjust and turn myself while hanging from something, like a pole. Knowing that I was a developing woman, Alec decided to have me on a self-defense training course for a while as well, which went hand-in-hand with my new acrobatics and agility.
As I got older, the more I decided to turn my talents for my own gain and profit. Before I graduated at the end of my senior year in high school, a fellow student offered me $10 to steal into the principal's office and take back something that was confiscated by him, basically a knife he 'accidentally' brought to school one day and was discovered by a teacher. He apparently was promised to have it back before graduation in two days, but he had yet to get it back despite the principal saying he would that day after school had ended. So he broke his promise. Well, tough on the principal. I took the offer and, like the 'James Bond' in me, broke into the school by one of the windows that wasn't locked, and stole into the principal's office, all the while avoiding the angled security cameras by going under them and staying out of their line of sight.
It was a simple game, if you've played 'Metal Gear Solid' then you'd know just what I mean. It was a matter of getting in, procurement, then getting back out. The next day at school, just a day away from planned graduation, I had given my client his knife back as payment for taking his $10 he gave me up-front. Then the weasel turned and went to the faculty gossiping about a 'theft' and snitched me out. Well, I was prepared as well. The boy didn't know why I had my hand in my pocket at the time of his request, did he? So when I was confronted by the faculty, I showed them a recording of mine and the boy's conversation. The tape cut off, conveniently, at the part where I accepted, leaving the principal to question whether I did it or not. I answered 'no' to his question, and suggested it must've been him if he was asking me to do it and I denied him.
So graduation came and went without one certain person, and applied to work at a a pharmaceutical and fragrance corporation, one that was struggling since another rivaling corporation came into town. The managers literally didn't know what to do, so I took matters into my own hands. Since the rivaling company didn't know my face yet, I went in to introduce myself and ask to buy one of their perfumes and one of their sets of pharmacy supplies, taking careful note of how everything was and how it all was priced before leaving. Needless to say, the information helped my employers, and I got a raise out of it even if it was a bit of a cheat. Who would've guessed that a 20-year-old committing corporate espionage was such a rarity.
My feats didn't go unnoticed, however, as I attracted the attention of an off-duty Navy SEALS member named Joey Burns. Joey is the man who got me recommended for the Navy SEALS, if only for a more general and compact training regime; I apparently was so good at what I do when I was untrained, they wanted to see more of it with training. I took it as a challenge. At 20, you could say I was still developing, so this was as good an opportunity as any for big training. Through them, I learned better sneaking tactics and strategy, how to handle certain electronics and how to manage on-site procurement. It wasn't just skills I learned, however, as the training also strengthened my body, most notably my legs, and learned martial arts for self-defense. They would train me for quite some time before I went on my first mission with them.
Cut to 4 years later, I was told by the SEALS team I was with that my mission would be in a week, so that I had to prepare. Here I am, plateaued at my training with them at this point, and our company had grown so popular that we've had cases of attempted burglary, possibly a shill from our rival to get some of our products when they really have no idea it was because I was pilfering their ideas from under their noses in the first place; they were careless and let one woman bring them down several notches to raise another the same amount, if not higher. One such burglar had met the unfortunate end in the form of, off-camera of course, having to introduce his throat to my knife. Of course, I was wearing gloves. I dragged the body of the thief back to the rival company and left his body there with the regular knife I used, planting it in his hand so his prints would be all over it while I had none on it, then left for home. So it was extreme to kill the man, but he been coming to try and steal from my employers for ages now, and I found out from a certain man I was seeing that he was released from prison, so more imprisonment wouldn't do any good.
A couple months later, I had just finished having a passionate night with the man I have been dating and also who was my informant, Joey Burns. A rough-looking man of slender frame and curly red hair, I laid side-by-side that night with him where he'd tell me that the rival company I've been working against has proposed a merger with my company. Pathetic, they knew they'd lost and would lose publicity if they kept going, so they wanted to merge to save face and gain profit. Little did I know that the next morning, Hell would've risen to the surface--literally."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
"The next day, after the press conference regarding the two companies coming together for a merger, there was breaking news. There was an epidemic up at a hospital, and it turned out to be the same hospital the poor schmuck I killed last night was sent to. It was said that the mortician that worked there was seen hours prior to holding his arm close to his body, saying he had just broken his arm accidentally and was going to see a nurse to fix it and possibly get someone to replace him on his job. The fella didn't last long, though, as he fell unconscious in a hospital room. Next thing I know, a chain reaction starts and everyone this guy's ever come into contact with was getting sick.
I'm glad I never have to go there, because that would be a bad time to be a patient. I went home after the press conference since it was my day off from that point onward, and just crashed on the bed for a few hours. That evening, I awoke to find Joey still wasn't home, not even his phone was there. I looked at my phone to see if he contacted me; nope. Not so much as a call; then again, he always did have shitty phone service that not many areas can support his service. I figured he'd be home in a couple hours. It was then I heard the a sound at the front door. Thinking it may have been Joey and he was just coming home with his hands full and needed help, I carelessly opened the door without checking. Instead, a ragged-looking man with a dead type of expression on him lunged at me as soon as I came into view.
Only a gasp of shock left me as I fell to the floor with this man on top of me. Now that I saw it, his eyes were slightly glossy and he had blood on his mouth...gross! I used much of my strength slowly inching the man up and into a position where I had more leverage, before I would knee him in the groin. No effect? I turned and threw him into the wall with a huff of effort, trying to contemplate why this strange man was attacking me. He must've been one of the sick ones. 'Go home or I'll call the cops, man!', I remember telling him. But no answer. I sighed and grabbed a kitchen knife while my grey eyes focused on the man, and when he came closer, I stuck it clear in his forehead, remorse not on my person. It was self-defense, after all. But a different emotion tugged at me: where was Joey? And was Alec alright? I went towards my car a ways to see a familiar silhouette laying in the lawn of another neighbor...that familiar red, curly hair. No, it couldn't be! I quickly took my phone out while in the dead of night and dialed 9-1-1 but to no avail, the dialtone was busy or useless. I tried again, same result. Damnit!
Getting a better look at Joey's appearance, he had blood on his face like that man I just killed...was he sick as well? Is that why he was gone for so long? Fuck, now she had to leave. I had to find Alec, the one person I truly cared about. While I did like Joey, I was only really with him for his information and what he could give me. Call me a gold digger if you like, but I had my reasons--reasons I'd rather not divulge, other than the fact I never wanted to get too close to anyone. With that, I went back to my house, packed my things while leaving Joey's stuff alone save for his journals, and left home, never to look back, as I made my way to Alec's. His home was deserted, like he had been long gone for hours now. There were no signs of forced entry, either, and he never went to the hospital yesterday. She only knew he had to be out there somewhere, she will find him. For now, she went back to her own car after noticing, with relief, that Alec's was gone. Determined, I faced the descending Sun and drove out of town, past the desolate, dying city as chaos descended. A spy always leaves the scene, and her heart with it."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
"These days, I am a wanderer, a lone wolf at that. I never travel in groups, though I do meddle with them from time to time purely because I need supplies, food and water, the works. Where money used to be the currency that made the world go round, that's been replaced by the concept of sheer power and deterrence, survivors armed to the bone, or at least as best they can, for protection and to enforce their will on others. Most are bandits, most are genuine survivors just trying to get by another day. Me? I'm an interloper of the most devious sorts; I steal, I connive, and best of all, I am my own person. I'm not saying I'm a total cold one, though. I have my moments where I go out of my way to help others, I do tend to stay with some groups from time to time if I absolutely need it, otherwise abandoned or preferably locked houses make do for the nights. They give me sanctuary to cook and prepare for the next day. Another day closer to where I finally find closure with Alec. Also, it's amazing just what humanity can leave behind; like vultures, bandits and the generic survivor alike feast on the spoils of the dead. Namely, they raid buildings for supplies, such as a police station for guns for instant. But then, why would anyone want to do a thing like that? What idiot would want to steal from a place and forsake the chances of survival of others?", Risa asked herself quietly into a familiar strip of technology, a voice recorder, as she drew a beautiful, black and smooth piece of distruction, a Glock 17 pistol she scavenged off of the remains of a police officer in a deserted police station in a town she used to travel through. Smiling at it, she holstered the gun to her harness holster and spoke again, "Rita, also known as Risa, over and out.", she said before clicking the gadget off and pocketing it before walking towards the ocean on the beach she was on, on the Western coast, a beautiful black and yellow jet ski lie bobbing in wait on the waves. Seating herself on it, she braced herself after turning the key, and skid herself along the waves with a brilliant hum of her machine, into the distance she went, and her honed skills of assassination and stealth with her.