Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 19:04:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Amy Rose Soleil
Aliases:
n/a
Avatar Photo:
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Amy has a very ethereal beauty about her. Her porcelain, heart-shaped face is framed by raven hair, as black as obsidian stone. Her eyes can convey a sense of peace and sadness at the same time. She has high cheekbones, full lips, and finely arched eyebrows that compliment her eyes. When Amy smiles, it lights up her face and the room. She generally wears a contemplative expression.
Her every movement is fluid and flowing. Her normal stance is relaxed, as is the aura that surrounds her. Though her eyes shield her from the outside, they are surprisingly piercing to those she gazes into, as if pulling their secrets easily into confession. Her eyes are a combination of green and blue, sometimes silver (depending on how the light catches them) and turn turquoise when she cries. Normally she wears darker grays, blacks, and browns around her eyes to generate the 'smokey eye' effect with her makeup.
Generally, Amy wears flowing garments with empire cut, accentuating the smaller portion of her waist. She has a full, curvaceous figure, but tends to wear things that are less form-fitting, and more comfortable and easy-going. She has always had an affinity for dresses, and tends to make her own out of raw materials she finds laying about (such as curtains, tapestries, etc). Her style of dress is rather eclectic and creative, a combination between the modern alternative era and the ancient Germanic Goth era.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Recovering alcoholic/artist/former psychiatric patient
Hometown (city, state, country):
Joplin, Missouri, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Father (deceased), Mother (assumed deceased), siblings (unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Machete
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
backpack, contents in backpack: 6 tubes of paint in red, blue, yellow, brown, white, and black; a small pack of paintbrushes; a pen and a notebook, violin case strapped to backpack, machete in hand
Mode of transportation:
on foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Artistic, Empathatic, Inquisitive.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Tormented, reclusive, distrustful.
List 3 strengths:
Adaptable, quick, good character judgement
List 3 flaws:
Can fall into deep depression, not classically trained in combat, has a very violent attitude if ever drunk
Amy has a wonderfully talented eye when it comes to filling a canvas with color and shade. Her creative mind allows her to think in a way that others wouldn't, and step outside the realm of 'ordinary' or 'expected'. In addition to being a wonderful painter, she is also a beautiful singer, and uses art in all of its forms in order to release the hurt within.
She struggles everyday to find peace within herself and in the world, battling a long addiction to alcohol and depression. Generally, she is serene in attitude. She finds it easy to sympathize/empathize with the pain of others, but can't quite find the ease in doing the same with happiness and joy. She tends to look for the positive and beautiful things in life to focus her attention on in an attempt to leave all of the pain and torment in her past. Amy also struggles with her existential conundrums, questioning if the outbreak is a way to punish those who are wicked in one way or another. She tends to keep all of her negative emotions and thoughts within her journal, closed to the world, and her positive, motivational visions in her art...so she may always look upon them as a reminder.
Amy does not hate alcohol, but rather, how she let herself be controlled by her addiction to it. She doesn't partake anymore, but does not hold a grudge against those who do. She dislikes hateful, violent individuals who spew nothing but insults and slander...as it reminds her of what she was like when under the influence of alcohol.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Amy's father passed away when she was very young, leaving her with three older siblings and her mother. Her mother worked two jobs to support the family of five, and tended to the older ones' behavior and learning disabilities when at home. Due to Amy's superior performance in school, she was never worried over like her siblings, much less spent time with. She was expected to do well. As years went by, Amy watched her siblings' relationship with their mother disintegrate over violent skirmishes of verbal and physical abuse, ultimately ending with them leaving one by one...leaving Amy alone with her mother. The emotional, mental, and sometimes physical abuse didn't stop there though. Her mother fought to control every facet of her life, suffocating her with unrealistic expectations and demands, and violent chastising at the first sign of failure...instead of encouragement to do better.
In her late teens, Amy turned to substance abuse as a way to escape the emotional torment she felt, choosing alcohol as the substance of choice. The abuse went on, unnoticed, as long as her grades stayed high and the accomplishments were given...but when they slowed and more emotional abuse continued, it began the onset of an increasingly troubled time in her life. Amy soon left her mother's house in the middle of the night just after turning 18, moving her heavy boxes to the road half a mile down...one by one. She only took pertinent things, leaving behind many beloved items to her, just to escape. She hitched a ride with her then-boyfriend, and began a nomadic life of moving, partying and drinking...waking up some mornings in unrecognizable locations without memory of how she got there.
This continued for some time until Amy attempted suicide as an ultimate 'way out' from the emotional pain she felt inside, cutting deep into her wrists and taking a bottle of pills...luckily, she was found by a friend and rushed to the emergency room where the bleeding was stopped and her stomach was pumped. Afterwards, she was placed in a psychiatric ward/rehabilitation center for a while, where they taught her to cope and express herself in other ways. She found her true calling in visual art...painting. She found it incredibly easy to transfer her tormenting images and nightmares onto the canvas...and let them stay there once they were out. As time went on in the ward, her painting subjects began to grow more peaceful and serene...and the change was noticed by the staff.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
During the time of the outbreak, Amy resided in the psychological institute on her way to recovery. At first, it was barely noticeable. Patients always attacked staff and other patients, so no one thought anything of having to sedate and restrain them...until it started to spread even worse. There seemed to be chaos in the streets, and the affected orderlies were becoming crazed with hunger for the flesh. Most fled the building, save for those restrained or confined to their rooms. Amy made her rounds quietly, locking each patient-turned-creature in their rooms. The building was on lock-down, and she spent a considerable amount of time in the Recreational Room, painting. She continued like this for a few weeks until she realized she must relocate to survive. She ate one last meal, stocked up on what she could, took one last shower (allowed by the backup generators of the building) and set out into the unknown...hoping to find a select few with a pulse among the sea of flesh-eating monsters.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Complete solitude. Traveling on foot, alone, surviving by scavenging and moving from place to place. She has not come upon many people, but plenty monsters, and is starting to lose hope that there are any other living souls out there. She started in Missouri with a roadmap of the US, picking a direction and following it in hopes of stumbling across some sort of human life. She's been lucky not to run into bandits along her journeys, and has made it all the way to Charleston to the MUSC Institute of Psychiatry...reminding her of her days in the psych ward back home. She is now working her way up the east coast, little by little, giving up on the idea that there are others and losing her hope and will to live as well...
Aliases:
n/a
Avatar Photo:
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Amy has a very ethereal beauty about her. Her porcelain, heart-shaped face is framed by raven hair, as black as obsidian stone. Her eyes can convey a sense of peace and sadness at the same time. She has high cheekbones, full lips, and finely arched eyebrows that compliment her eyes. When Amy smiles, it lights up her face and the room. She generally wears a contemplative expression.
Her every movement is fluid and flowing. Her normal stance is relaxed, as is the aura that surrounds her. Though her eyes shield her from the outside, they are surprisingly piercing to those she gazes into, as if pulling their secrets easily into confession. Her eyes are a combination of green and blue, sometimes silver (depending on how the light catches them) and turn turquoise when she cries. Normally she wears darker grays, blacks, and browns around her eyes to generate the 'smokey eye' effect with her makeup.
Generally, Amy wears flowing garments with empire cut, accentuating the smaller portion of her waist. She has a full, curvaceous figure, but tends to wear things that are less form-fitting, and more comfortable and easy-going. She has always had an affinity for dresses, and tends to make her own out of raw materials she finds laying about (such as curtains, tapestries, etc). Her style of dress is rather eclectic and creative, a combination between the modern alternative era and the ancient Germanic Goth era.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
Recovering alcoholic/artist/former psychiatric patient
Hometown (city, state, country):
Joplin, Missouri, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
Father (deceased), Mother (assumed deceased), siblings (unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
Machete
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
backpack, contents in backpack: 6 tubes of paint in red, blue, yellow, brown, white, and black; a small pack of paintbrushes; a pen and a notebook, violin case strapped to backpack, machete in hand
Mode of transportation:
on foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
Artistic, Empathatic, Inquisitive.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
Tormented, reclusive, distrustful.
List 3 strengths:
Adaptable, quick, good character judgement
List 3 flaws:
Can fall into deep depression, not classically trained in combat, has a very violent attitude if ever drunk
Amy has a wonderfully talented eye when it comes to filling a canvas with color and shade. Her creative mind allows her to think in a way that others wouldn't, and step outside the realm of 'ordinary' or 'expected'. In addition to being a wonderful painter, she is also a beautiful singer, and uses art in all of its forms in order to release the hurt within.
She struggles everyday to find peace within herself and in the world, battling a long addiction to alcohol and depression. Generally, she is serene in attitude. She finds it easy to sympathize/empathize with the pain of others, but can't quite find the ease in doing the same with happiness and joy. She tends to look for the positive and beautiful things in life to focus her attention on in an attempt to leave all of the pain and torment in her past. Amy also struggles with her existential conundrums, questioning if the outbreak is a way to punish those who are wicked in one way or another. She tends to keep all of her negative emotions and thoughts within her journal, closed to the world, and her positive, motivational visions in her art...so she may always look upon them as a reminder.
Amy does not hate alcohol, but rather, how she let herself be controlled by her addiction to it. She doesn't partake anymore, but does not hold a grudge against those who do. She dislikes hateful, violent individuals who spew nothing but insults and slander...as it reminds her of what she was like when under the influence of alcohol.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Amy's father passed away when she was very young, leaving her with three older siblings and her mother. Her mother worked two jobs to support the family of five, and tended to the older ones' behavior and learning disabilities when at home. Due to Amy's superior performance in school, she was never worried over like her siblings, much less spent time with. She was expected to do well. As years went by, Amy watched her siblings' relationship with their mother disintegrate over violent skirmishes of verbal and physical abuse, ultimately ending with them leaving one by one...leaving Amy alone with her mother. The emotional, mental, and sometimes physical abuse didn't stop there though. Her mother fought to control every facet of her life, suffocating her with unrealistic expectations and demands, and violent chastising at the first sign of failure...instead of encouragement to do better.
In her late teens, Amy turned to substance abuse as a way to escape the emotional torment she felt, choosing alcohol as the substance of choice. The abuse went on, unnoticed, as long as her grades stayed high and the accomplishments were given...but when they slowed and more emotional abuse continued, it began the onset of an increasingly troubled time in her life. Amy soon left her mother's house in the middle of the night just after turning 18, moving her heavy boxes to the road half a mile down...one by one. She only took pertinent things, leaving behind many beloved items to her, just to escape. She hitched a ride with her then-boyfriend, and began a nomadic life of moving, partying and drinking...waking up some mornings in unrecognizable locations without memory of how she got there.
This continued for some time until Amy attempted suicide as an ultimate 'way out' from the emotional pain she felt inside, cutting deep into her wrists and taking a bottle of pills...luckily, she was found by a friend and rushed to the emergency room where the bleeding was stopped and her stomach was pumped. Afterwards, she was placed in a psychiatric ward/rehabilitation center for a while, where they taught her to cope and express herself in other ways. She found her true calling in visual art...painting. She found it incredibly easy to transfer her tormenting images and nightmares onto the canvas...and let them stay there once they were out. As time went on in the ward, her painting subjects began to grow more peaceful and serene...and the change was noticed by the staff.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
During the time of the outbreak, Amy resided in the psychological institute on her way to recovery. At first, it was barely noticeable. Patients always attacked staff and other patients, so no one thought anything of having to sedate and restrain them...until it started to spread even worse. There seemed to be chaos in the streets, and the affected orderlies were becoming crazed with hunger for the flesh. Most fled the building, save for those restrained or confined to their rooms. Amy made her rounds quietly, locking each patient-turned-creature in their rooms. The building was on lock-down, and she spent a considerable amount of time in the Recreational Room, painting. She continued like this for a few weeks until she realized she must relocate to survive. She ate one last meal, stocked up on what she could, took one last shower (allowed by the backup generators of the building) and set out into the unknown...hoping to find a select few with a pulse among the sea of flesh-eating monsters.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Complete solitude. Traveling on foot, alone, surviving by scavenging and moving from place to place. She has not come upon many people, but plenty monsters, and is starting to lose hope that there are any other living souls out there. She started in Missouri with a roadmap of the US, picking a direction and following it in hopes of stumbling across some sort of human life. She's been lucky not to run into bandits along her journeys, and has made it all the way to Charleston to the MUSC Institute of Psychiatry...reminding her of her days in the psych ward back home. She is now working her way up the east coast, little by little, giving up on the idea that there are others and losing her hope and will to live as well...