Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 10:21:20 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Wren Rose
Aliases:
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Avatar Photo:
- FC Emmy Rossum
Age:
- 27
Gender:
- female
Appearance:
-5’7, somewhat slender but curvy in the right places. Long reddish brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, pale creamy skin with a sprinkling of freckles on her nose, cheeks and shoulders. In summer she will often wear khaki or jean shorts and a lightweight button up shirt of some sort thats often tied up on her stomach. Her hair is normally down. In winter sweaters and jeans are her go to attire.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Nurse Practitioner
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Providence, Rhode Island, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
-Tracy Rose (mother-deceased)
- Johnathan Rose (father-deceased)
- Emilie Rose (sister-turned- deceased)
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Weapons (currently in possession):
- .223 bolt action rifle with mounted scope ~ Picture
- .38 special Lady derringer ~ Picture
- 3 scalpels, all re-usable non detachable blade stainless steel
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Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Duffle Bag (black)
- She keeps quite the med kit with her, carrying iodine, rubbing alcohol, her scalpels, various ace bandages, gauze squares of varying sizes, surgical thread, two suture needles, scissors, tweezers, medical tape.
-A change of clothes.
-Two stainless steel water bottles.
-One non stick pan with lid, for cooking.
-Large wooden spoon and wooden spatula also.
- One plastic bowl and small metal spoon.
Mode of transportation:
- Her feet, any car she can find that will still run.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Determined
-Capable
-Intelligent
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List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Cold
-Vengeful
-Merciless
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List 3 strengths:
- As a NP she has a lot of medical knowledge and ability.
-Self sufficient, she doesn’t need the help of others or even necessarily want it.
-She is sufficient with the weapons she has with her.
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List 3 flaws:
-Lacks empathy for others, shoot first, ask later.
-Not a lot of mechanical knowledge.
-Weakness for pain medication, not addicted exactly....but she will indulge in them if she happens to locate them.
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Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Wren worked as a NP at a large hospital as well as a make shift parent figure for your younger sister Emilie. Their parents had died in a car accident nearly two years before the outbreak and it had been tough on her much younger sibling. Emilie had been a surprise, her parents had assumed they could no longer conceive when she came to be. She was their little miracle. Wren wasn’t ignored exactly, but the eldest sibling never received the attention of the younger one especially with such an age gap. She went to college and earned herself a respectable degree. Her job paid well but was very stressful, every so often she would skim a little narcotics off the top just to take the pain away. It wasn’t a constant, or even often. She could go months between. But sometimes she just needed that sweet sleep that could only be brought on by being totally numb.
Her and Emilie lived in a nice house in a good neighborhood, she drove a good car that was still under warranty. She had a reliable job, no shortage of openings for needed Nps in her area. But there was something missing in her life.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-It was an indulgence night. After working all day and being yelled at by a resident surgeon she was stressing hard. Emilie was sitting on the couch watching tv but she didn’t bother to say hello. Snatching a bottle of water from the fridge she slipped away to the cool confines of her room to fall into the sweet release of a deep sleep. She swallowed the pills, bitter on her tongue and rolled onto her side as she waited for them to take over. It was late the next day when she woke, groggily stumbling from her room to see that Emilie had left the front door open. “Stupid kid...” She groaned and moved forward to shut it. But what she saw out that open door took her breath away.
Emilie was on the ground....and it looked like two people were eating her. Shit....she was tripping right?....Maybe she took too much....She looked on to see one of them pull something long and tube like from her stomach.....but it was a dream right?....No....she stepped out the door...even in a dream she couldn’t just watch. But once out of the confines of her house the smell of blood smacked her in the face. Emilie’s cold nearly white dead eyes were turned on her, watching her sisters reaction as she was eaten alive. No...no...not real...cant be....
She moved closer, her ‘No’s almost a mantra now....it was then that one of the ‘people’ turned on her, gnashing his broken teeth at her. Feeling something wet on her arm she looked down....a drop of her sisters blood had been flung...Emilie’s....It was then that it really hit her...and she screamed. Shoving the people off her despite their groaned and grasping hands. But she was gone....Wren knew it. And as the people came back Wren backed away, gasping as horror filled sobs wracked her body. Over the next few days she would see more and more of the same thing happening....and come to understand what the world had become.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-Her sister’s death broke something in Wren. Leaving her merciless and cold for the most part, she doesn’t do anything just to help someone. If she’s not getting something back then its not a deal. She won’t sew you up just because your dying...you best have a bargaining chip. She stayed in her house for a couple days after her sister’s death. Watching her neighbors turning into these things....people she had known getting eaten alive by their own family. Even Emilie had risen from the dead to walk the streets, her entrails following her like an escaped dogs leash. Wren couldn’t stay...eventually she would be eaten.....and she couldn’t stand to see her sister like that any longer. She packed up her things, her guns that her father had wanted her to have, her medical supplies, a change of clothes. And she was on the road.
In three years she hasn’t joined a group, made a singe friend. Her alliances are all monetary based, only its not cash thats of value now. When she relocates to a new area she makes it obvious to anyone she encounters that she is a doctor for hire. She doesn’t do charity work. She has killed without regrets, many times without even being provoked. Her attitude has changed since she lost her younger sister, she has become an undertaker of sorts. Though she will save you for a price.
She has no desire to join a group. Doesn’t want the overhead or the company. She does well alone. Scavenging and restocking her supplies as need be. Practicing with her rifle and becoming a better shot every day.