Post by Elza Oxton on Jun 18, 2016 4:07:15 GMT -5
Full Name: Oxton, Elza
Alias: Elsie
Avatar Photo:
*Note: Artwork copyright @ Capcom, "Resident Evil/Biohazard 1.5"
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Elza wears her University team's red, white and black motorcyclist racing jumpsuit primarily, predominantly a white color with red being the second most prominent with black fitting to the sides of the suit, and orange bands attached to the suit for reflective surfaces at night, in addition to black gloves and boots. Elza has beautiful sunshine blonde hair held up in a ponytail, ocean light-blue-grey eyes, fair skin with a slight tan, is about 5'9" in height.
In her hiking bag, she has a more free outfit that is a blue tube top, dark red loose miniskirt with a white and blue thin sweater tied around her waist, and a pair of black spats and brown tactical lace-up boots when her jumpsuit was too cumbersome. Also inside the bag is a map, matches, 2 bottles of water, and a roll-up sleeping bag.
In her hiking bag, she has a more free outfit that is a blue tube top, dark red loose miniskirt with a white and blue thin sweater tied around her waist, and a pair of black spats and brown tactical lace-up boots when her jumpsuit was too cumbersome. Also inside the bag is a map, matches, 2 bottles of water, and a roll-up sleeping bag.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Ohio State University, Columbus, OHCollege student, Motorcycling Team racer
Hometown (city, state, country): Columbus, OH, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Geoff Oxton (Uncle, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Browning Hi-Power 9mm.
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
Clothing and accessories described in "Appearance"
Mode of transportation: Her 1998 red Ducati motorcycle; otherwise, on-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Cunning
Supportive
Loyal
Intrepid
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Naive
Too trusting
Irreverent
Naive
Too trusting
Irreverent
List 3 strengths:
Automotive expert (motorcycles)
Excellent survival instinct
Sharp reflexes
Automotive expert (motorcycles)
Excellent survival instinct
Sharp reflexes
List 3 flaws:
Self-insufficient in terms of combat
Indecisive at times
Relies on weaponry primarily
Self-insufficient in terms of combat
Indecisive at times
Relies on weaponry primarily
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Elza Oxton was one of many unlucky young children to be sent overseas or elsewhere to a family member's or friend's house due to circumstance. In Elza's case, she was sent over to North America from Australia by plane due to a rising crime rate in the city she was from. Her benefactor she was staying with was her father's older brother and her uncle, Geoff Oxton. Geoff was a jolly fellow, living in the rural part of Ohio and worked as a lumberjack for a living to provide wood for their community. Over the first year of living there, at just 12 years old, Elza got to help Geoff in learning how to cut down a tree, how to maneuver it and the like. But her interest shifted soon after when news of motorcycle racing, or automotive racing in general, caught her ear from the TV set. She quickly made her way inside and sat on the floor, watching in wide-eyed wonder as a whole new world would soon be opened to her. Her new interest influenced her life directly, particularly with motorcyclist races. Its influence into her life led her from, at first, getting and slowly but surely assembling her own bicycle and rode it around town, to and from school, or even to play at the nearest park, using a bike chain with a lock to keep it from being stolen, not being home at the time to hear the bulletin about a certain couple in London having been killed...London being where her family lived after leaving Australia.
From that point on, she led a rather happy life and grew with her obsession for bikes to the point that, when she made it to graduation of high school, she pursued entry into Ohio State University specifically because it was a place she could go for motorcycle racing, her dream and enthusiastic desire. While she got into the University, she was not allowed to attend without getting a motorcycle operation license; luckily for her, at age 19, she was legal to operate a motorcycle without a guardian. So she went through the process for a license and was approved promptly. With her license under her belt, she joined her University's Motorcycling team and donned its colored racing suit as a sign of representation.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
One day months later, Elza was returning to Columbus from summer vacation, riding her new red Ducati motorcycle. Not long after entry into the city, she saw a woman collapse near an entrance to the Ohio State baseball stadium. After making sure she was okay, she was taken by a pair of EMTs to an ambulance, and Elza returned to her bike after all was clear, concern on her face. As she was watching for traffic, all ready to go for her return home after such a nice summer away, she heard the medics in the ambulance start to scream nearby. The same woman, one of the EMTs that had come to get her into the ambulance, and a man presumably her husband, all were on top of some people in the streets. She didn't know what was going on, but she could see blood. She was not going to wait around for help to come, there was nothing she could do! Without a thought, she revved her engine and drove deeper into the city, spying some people some went towards various parts of the city, some of them towards the University, presumably students...but her? She went to the nearest hospital, passing the nearby nearly-emptied police station, and parked her bike out of sight but to where she could get it easily.
Going inside, she found it was quite...deathly quiet. Normally, there would be a receptionist or nurse at the front counter...but she got the feeling something bad happened. This only confirmed it when she saw a puddle of blood and what looked to be a severed arm holding a handgun. She froze in horror at the sight, and debated running, but she knew she would need protection. Turning back around to the arm, she slowly bent to pick it up, desperately not wanting to touch the damn appendage, but the sound of a metallic object, like a can or bucket, being kicked in one of the distant hallways yet out of sight of her, she thought it was survivors as she picked up the arm; she had just witnessed death or assault, or something, in her racing stadium and she thought there was a nurse or someone that could help her. She froze as she heard wrong, the sound of a deathly groan and hiss only heard, nothing else. She quickly moved to duck behind the receptionist desk, cursing that the phone was too high up and fixed to the table, so she sat with her back against the desk, finally prying the gun from the dead arm's fingers and tried to hold it at the ready like she'd seen in one of those many crime drama shows, holding it up close to her chest after eventually clicking the safety off.
The hairs on the back of her neck and head stood on end as she heard the shuffle of feet and the same dead groan...but not from one, but roughly 4 or 5 people, the varying pitches indicating different genders, at least.
The experience was terrifying, and as soon as the sick people, not knowing otherwise, passed on, she took the time to bolt out of the hospital as she found it surprisingly as a lost cause. She got back to her bike in a hurry, and drove back to the rural country, back to her uncle's place. When she got there, she didn't find him in the usual backyard place, where he usually was priming wood for transport; in fact, the trailer was only half-empty, meaning he must've gone inside. There was nowhere else since his truck was there. When she got inside, she called his name, determined to find him. What she found, however, was disheartening. The same man who raised her from a young age, was now walking before her, stumbling even, into furniture in an effort to grab her...she could tell from the way his eyes were glazed over and he had blood in his mouth and distinctively on his right forearm that he had been infected with something.
Tearfully, she backed against the wall, raised the pistol she found to Geoff's head, held it there for a second, just enough to mutter "I'm sorry" soundlessly, before pulling the trigger. Geoff's hefty body fell back with a full thud, and Elza moved to kneel beside him, crying heavily over her loss. After what felt like eternity under the emotional rain cloud, Elza stumbled to her feet and got one of Geoff's large hiking bags and started to put some stuff from her room, such as an atlas she used to own, a sleeping bag she got from Geoff for Christmas one year, and some underwear..she was going to leave, and she wasn't going to look back...or was she? Tears braving her cheeks, she drew Geoff's lighter, flicked it open so the flame stayed on before tossing it to the wooden house, setting it aflame to lay as just a sheet of ashes and burnt wood a mere hour later. On her bike, she drove through Ohio, eventually leaving the stage into parts unknown...
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Elza now travels the dead wasteland, exploring every nook and cranny for survivors and supplies while using her Ducati bike to travel. Due to the conditions of the world, she's had to make do using parts from more worn and dead motorcycles and some cars to fix her own bike, and siphoned gasoline to keep it stocked up. It was a tough job at first because it was usually the pit workers at the tracks that would do the maintenance and such, but she learned eventually. She avoids bandits if she can, her jumpsuit more of an armor because of its materials, but she had nothing on underneath it due to the temperature. She is now a wanderer, a vagrant in search of rest and reprieve.