Post by Rizzo Tsang on Jun 14, 2016 18:36:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Tsang, Rizzo
Alias: Triz
Avatar Photo:
*Note: Artwork is owned by dutchko; artwork edit by me
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Rizzo has a well-built and balanced frame; she is the right ratio of slender and muscular and having an attractive, curvaceous figure and medium-sized breasts, cordovan hair held up in a high small ponytail, fierce emerald-green eyes and a fair-tan skin tone. Her clothing consists of a thin breathable pale grey hooded jacket with a dark red long-sleeve thin shirt that hugged her torso modestly and the sleeves rolled up to her mid-forearms.
Her accessories include a pair of thin black leather gloves for exploration and gun usage, a pair of light blue denim jeans held by a light brown leather belt, a black utility holster around her right thigh that held a Taurus PT909 pistol, a black medium explorer backpack with a pair of satchels on the sides, a green dual-pack on the left and a blue single compact on the right of it.
Her accessories include a pair of thin black leather gloves for exploration and gun usage, a pair of light blue denim jeans held by a light brown leather belt, a black utility holster around her right thigh that held a Taurus PT909 pistol, a black medium explorer backpack with a pair of satchels on the sides, a green dual-pack on the left and a blue single compact on the right of it.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Ivy League (Yale University) Gymnastics
Urban Explorer
Urban Explorer
Hometown (city, state, country): Newport, RI, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Tsang, Lee (Father, Deceased)
Valentine, Rebecca (Mother, Unknown)
Valentine, Rebecca (Mother, Unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Heckler & Koch MP7 + Reflex scope + Extended magazine + sound suppressor
Taurus PT909
Taurus PT909
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Clothing described in "Appearance"
Inside backpack: Fresh clothes/underwear, towel, survival medkit, flashlight, spare batteries of varying types, S10 gas mask, binoculars, medicine
Inside utility holster: Taurus PT909, x2 PT909 magazines, +1 MP7 clip
Inside backpack: Fresh clothes/underwear, towel, survival medkit, flashlight, spare batteries of varying types, S10 gas mask, binoculars, medicine
Inside utility holster: Taurus PT909, x2 PT909 magazines, +1 MP7 clip
Mode of transportation: On foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Cunning
Complex
Observant
Intrepid
Complex
Observant
Intrepid
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Naive
Dynamic sense of humor
Asocial
Naive
Dynamic sense of humor
Asocial
List 3 strengths:
Detective sense!
Excellent cook
Agile and acrobatic
Detective sense!
Excellent cook
Agile and acrobatic
List 3 flaws:
MPA (Microscopic Polyangiitis)
Disassociative Personality Disorder
Duplicitous
MPA (Microscopic Polyangiitis)
Disassociative Personality Disorder
Duplicitous
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Rizzo's early life was covered in various amounts of turmoil. She had a normal life, with a loving father and a loving mother. But things went south when they had to move from their small house in in the rural parts of Rhode Island and into Newport for the sake of her mother's job as a fashion designer. Little did she or Lee, her father, know, Rebecca, her mother, was in an affair with a co-worker from her job. A man she, Rizzo, had met a couple times and found to be agreeable on terms. But then her mother took her aside one day and asked her to come start a new family with her and her co-worker, bringing realization down hard on Rizzo when those words came to pass, and even more so when she revealed that was pregnant with the man's child and was planning to leave Lee.
Such a situation drove Rizzo over the edge, and she showed immense loyalty to her father by saying for Rebecca to leave them alone and not to come back...even going so far as to crush a plate with her hand, leading to series of non-lethal but painful cuts and some bleeding, something that was fixed soon after. Following the departure of her traitorous mother, she shared the sentiment devastation that her father did as he broke down crying, while Rizzo grew more angry and bitter as time passed, her hatred forming a grudge that lasted for years. A couple years later, following waking up from a nightmare in which her mother had killed Lee and left the house to go to the man she was working with, dragging her in chains and rope all the way, she was in the bathtub soaking in for a late-night bath before she looked at her wrist. Since what she learned about her mother had come to pass, she saw herself as a byproduct of such evil, that her blood that her mother gave her at birth was cursed...filled with maggots. She scratched a bit at her wrist a bit, contemplating cutting herself from all the stress, before she ceased the thoughts as new thoughts of her father came to light.
With her gone, who would Lee have? He'd be even more devastated, having lost everyone he loved. That killed her desire for suicide, and thus went downstairs from their second floor bathroom, still naked with a towel over her shoulder, and draped the blanket her father had on him on the couch up to help him be more comfortable. With a smile seeing he was alright, she went back upstairs to dress. Years came and went as Rizzo grew older, and she graduated from high school with high honors. In high school prior to graduation, she had become a peer mediator of sorts, throwing her own dark emotions aside to help bridge peace for other students and teachers, using her sharp intuition to help make such feats. She was accepted into Yale University and then to their Gymnastics program in the Ivy League.
Now 21 years old, she returned to Newport with a smile, only to find her father's door being knocked on rudely by a large man and a pretty woman at his side. She watched in horror as her father opened the door, only to be punched and tackled to the ground. She gritted her teeth and bit the inside of her cheek hard enough that blood drew and dripped down her mouth and jaw. She waited until the man had stopped and the couple went off somewhere that she tailed them, her expression...blank and her eyes holding figurative daggers at the man...
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
Having followed the man to a more deserted alley space in the city, it was Rizzo's prime opportunity to do something about the big lug. And her feet hit just that, looking down in a sharp change of plans as her sandal-clad feet hit what felt like a discarded lead pipe. Quietly lifting it, she primed it ready for a swing before she stepped closer and closer. She stopped a couple feet of away to hear him talk. Her face contorted with wild indignation and rage as she heard that the target was finished, that his girlfriend had "fooled him into a relationship with her, got him to buy her everything she wanted that was expensive", before he came right up and beat the man up for "taking his girl" while she laughed and watched. It was cruel. She made a couple more movements closer but made herself known by knocking on the wall with it, her face now a mask of fake naivete towards the man. She asked him to come with her to help with something at the junkyard, that she found some weird "green stuff in a bag". He leapt ecstatically at it and followed her.
Following the stranger hook line and sinker into a place he knew nothing about, the man looked around as Rizzo pretended to try and lift a junk refrigerator with her pipe. No dice, right? She told him to stay there and that she would go and find another way to move it and went out of sight. He was nonchalantly light a cigarette before his eyes widened...a sickening thud was heard from behind him, blood spurting out of his head and all over his skin and caused him to shriek out in pain. Well, in the junkyard, no one can hear you scream. She took the time to, in her new black overcoat and pants with elastic cleaning gloves, bash the man's head repeatedly until he slumped dead onto the floor. Panting from the ordeal, she mustered a bit more strength to drag the dead body over to the fridge and opened it, but only hid him out of sight before she went and repeated the same thing after taking her coat and black pants off, this time leading the woman there.
With the woman dead, she took out a rusty carpenter's saw and looked down at the two corpses with dead, blank green eyes. Without a word, she started to dismember the bodies into heads, torsos, arms and legs, and stuffed them all into a bag before putting them in the refrigerator. Huffing softly, she started to walk back to the house, but stopped as she felt a sudden weakness, and hunched forward to cough harshly...blood spat out of her mouth. It wasn't very much, but it was there. A normal person would've been scared shitless by such a thing, but not her. She went over to an abandoned van that had been hollowed out and robbed of parts, and climbed in to a bed she made for herself, apparently it's where she's been going to recollect herself under stress, her own secret base of sorts, for years now since they moved there. She dozed off quietly in the makeshift bed, unaware of the mass panic going on inside of the city at the moment...nor not noticing or hearing the muffled groans and growls coming from inside of the refrigerator hours later.
When she came to, the rioting in Rhode Island had gotten worse. She made her way through the city back to her house, only to find her father was dead and shot in the head. Things like the TV were stolent, but not much. She grieved there for hours, knowing a shot in the head would not help anyone, and he couldn't come back. Saddened and heartbroken, she knew she had to leave or else she would join him. She knew he would want her to live as best she could, and so she got upstairs to change clothes, putting on a red shirt and light grey jacket that Lee had gotten for her before for her birthday, and left the house...but not before she set it aflame, giving her father a burial by cremation, and she didn't look back even as all that remained of the house was a couple bricks, broken supports and many, many particles of ash, nothing else substantial or desirable. She ran out just in time to catch some people escaping from the horde of what she thought were unruly and sick people, and hopped into their pick-ups trunk bay as they drove off to some parts unknown...
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Nowadays, Rizzo explores the most unlikely spots she could find as she traveled the states, beit old abandoned hotels, houses, amusement parks, tourist attractions...anything that had a hint of history that no longer was, she had been there. To mark her territory of exploration, she used blue chalk to make signs ala FEMA marks but changed it slightly; the top portion was date and time as well as whether it was looted or not, the right was any hazards for future explorers or looters since she'd be long gone by now, bottom was for body count, alive or dead, and the left was for who did the search or exploring. She would sometimes stay in the abandoned homes or hotels if they were safe and cleared if she had nowhere else to go, and she continued to travel while occasionally meeting groups for food and the like. With the world like it was, everyone was armed; even her. Her holster, her primary weapon, an MP7, and her sidearm, a Taurus PT909, were all spoils from dead looters and rioters that she found, along with the bag from an outdoor survival store just after things had went to shit. Over the years, she made sure to be stocked up on the type of medicine that helped her most with her condition. With these tools, she set out for new horizons.
Of course, after she had gotten all of this gear, she was not invincible. A little later after that point, she was discovered by several men that escaped and survived even after these 3 years, and was tugged out into the open and held at gun point by a strange man wearing a pair of orange pants and a matching shirt, covered by a police man's jacket...wait! This was an inmate from Riker's Island prison, what was he doing here? It wasn't long before she was handcuffed with her arms behind her back, and her pants and pink panties lowered, and then the next worst moment of her life as she felt something she had never felt before enter her roughly, gritting her teeth from the pain of entry as she watched helplessly as her custom MP7 lay at her side.
After the ordeal of having such a thing happen at least 12 times was over, she was freed and let go without incident as "thanks for the great sex"...and so she traveled with an immense chip on her shoulder and humiliation, knowing she couldn't do a thing against that many men that had surrounded her. With her head down, she continued on her journey...