Post by Brianne Fujisaki on Jun 7, 2016 1:36:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Fujisaki, Brianne
Alias: Bree
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Age: 16 (19 post-apoc)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Bree is a fairly average-looking girl with a slight muscle tone, standing at around 5'7", has short dark hair and dark green eyes, a rarity among her features due to being half-Japanese, who tend to have brown or black eyes rather than blue or green. Regardless, her clothing of choice is her school uniform, having been going to a co-ed private school that required such dress code. She has a fair skintone.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
High school student
Hometown (city, state, country): Oceanside, CA, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Fujisaki, Takaki and Alice (Parents, unknown)
Takahata, Anju (Best friend/crush, unknown)
Zito, Theresa (Best friend, deceased)
Fujisaki, Takaki and Alice (Parents, unknown)
Takahata, Anju (Best friend/crush, unknown)
Zito, Theresa (Best friend, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Baseball bat
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
School uniform
Cellphone
School backpack filled with medical supplies, a couple bottles of water, viral sampling supplies stolen by a Medical School university as well as Microbiology and Virology text books
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Cellphone
School backpack filled with medical supplies, a couple bottles of water, viral sampling supplies stolen by a Medical School university as well as Microbiology and Virology text books
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Mode of transportation: On foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Supportive
Headstrong
Optimistic
Headstrong
Optimistic
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Has fits of uncontrollable tantrums and lashing out, feeling guilty afterwards
Suffers from night terrors and nightmares
Avoids contact with other people
Has fits of uncontrollable tantrums and lashing out, feeling guilty afterwards
Suffers from night terrors and nightmares
Avoids contact with other people
List 3 strengths:
Athletic and fit
Elusive and cunning
Experience in virology
Athletic and fit
Elusive and cunning
Experience in virology
List 3 flaws:
PTSD
Near-sighted
Survivor's guilt
PTSD
Near-sighted
Survivor's guilt
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Brianne was a young girl of awe and wonder from a young age. She was the right amount of social and asocial that she did make friends, she did keep them, but she wasn't clingy or willing to force them to stay with her. Generally, Bree's life was one of gratitude and happiness, she felt she could do anything if she had her friends with her. Being childhood friends, Bree was part of a trio of characters, a boy she liked that she had known through the years, and another girl that was a sort of sister figure to her. Through the years into high school, it started to become more and more apparent the Bree liked Anju Takahata, the boy in question, who went by the nickname Leon at school due to also being half-Japanese like her, and her sister-figure-and-friend, Theresa, would tease her with relentlessly about it for her being a tomboy that knew nothing about love, yet she was falling for someone. It was true, she was...how could she deny it? They did say that love can bloom anywhere, even their California's home state despite the media.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
The day shit hit the fan was threefold the worse day of Bree's life. Okay, quadruple it. It started the day of Leon's departure, his family was moving away to another state. What was sad was that Bree never got to tell him how she felt, and so her world felt to be a bit smaller after he left. There was news of a strange man attacking a thug in a gang of their city, the man was apparently homeless and was actually eating someone else. It happened rather vividly for Bree and Theresa, who were across the street...but flinched when she heard gunshots that should've killed the man resound, only for him to keep going, like he was inhuman. As a last resort, Bree watched on as one of the thugs took a knife and stuck it in the man's head...and then there was no more movement, no more struggle. Bree turned and walked away with Theresa, a hand over her mouth in disbelief. Everything else was going smoothly, until one fateful moment when Theresa was trying to comfort Bree, only for Bree to lash out, and blacked out shortly after, tears and all.
When she awoke an hour later or so, she was on the floor in her school, after school hours with only the janitor working. She walked around the hall for a bit as if wondering why and how she got there, and decided to go to the girls' restroom to relieve herself and to think things over. When she got there, she heard a light thump against the middle stall wall, and slowly moved towards it to open it, only to find her best friend, Theresa, hanging by a rope around her neck, still alive and struggling to free herself. Not knowing what to do, Bree had the brilliant idea of trying to tug on Theresa's legs to try and slip her out of the loop, but doing so only tightened the noose. Bree watched on in horror, that wide-eyed horror, as her best friend was taken away from her by idiocy and a thick rope.
The tragedy didn't end there...a couple minutes after death, Bree punched the mirror of the bathroom, hard enough to shatter it and cause several shards to fall, and to bloody up Bree's hand...and then she heard it, she heard Theresa as she tried to writhe again, but with inhuman, hungry groans and glazed over eyes down towards Bree. Bree stared up at Theresa's somehow-moving corpse with disbelief, heartbreak, and...guilt, before she showed resolve in the form of grabbing one of the most stable shards of glass that could fill her hand, cutting herself in the process which she winced at, then ducked under Theresa's body to get onto the toilet..and then stuck the shard into her head, effectively killing her from the torment of being undead, something she didn't even know was a thing.
She knew the hanging should've killed her, and yet she writhed about with such vigor afterwards. She was just like that homeless man. Now that she had time to actually understand the methods, Bree slowly undid the noose and helped Theresa's body down...she drug her out of the bathroom and into the hall, gently sitting her back against the wall with her arms in her lap, her eyes closed, and her face...peaceful, not tense. She took out something from her pocket, something she bought a couple days ago to give to her as a present..it was a phone strap of her favorite animal, a cat, with the names "Brianne" and "Theresa" stitched into the sides. With that, using strong force of will to keep her tears and urge to cry back, she sprinted out of the building, her focus on just...leaving, surviving, even as the growing numbers of undead started to grow more and more of a threat...
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
To this day, Brianne uses her wit to survive the hordes and encounters with what should be dead, and should stay that way, while making use of abandoned homes as shelters and hiding places. She was not trained on how to fight, she could not use a gun, so her options of survival were quite limited. Having been a tomboy, and thus loved sports, however, allowed her to run for longer, she was fit enough to hide practically anywhere, and had high evasive skills.
Partway through, she remembered one moment in her life when Theresa praised her for being excellent in biology, and thought she should go for Virology as a career since she knew so much about bacteria and viruses and the like, and so has used the 3 years since Hell came to Earth to slowly brush up on said skill...she wanted to know what was causing the dead to rise up, and with motivation to honor her late friend's suggestion, she pursued it. Over the 3 years of the apocalypse, she would sample matter from a zombie and store it for safe examination somewhere, if she could find a lab; until then, it was biohazard material stored.