Post by Clara Hartmann on Apr 24, 2017 6:21:26 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Clara Hartmann
Aliases:
- C
- Lara
Avatar Photo: Jodelle Ferland (Face Claim)
Age:
- 15 (11 when it started)
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Clara stands at 4ft 11, has long brown hair, green eyes and is skinny; She wears a black T-Shirt with silver writing on it with a dark green/black plaid long sleeve shirt under a brown raincoat with a patch on the elbow of the left sleeve, Grey North Face hiking pants and her mothers old brown hiking boots with a tear in the sole of the right boot near the toe. She wears a necklace with a Guitar and a paintbrush on it that her mother gave her on her 10th birthday around her neck and dark green 2 gauges ( s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/97/90/06/979006313a69a95901a2642142f383e8.jpg ) and has
a scar on her right thigh from a bullet wound along with a scar from a knife on her right cheek.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Elementary School, Art student of her mothers/Music student of her fathers
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Farmington Missouri
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alesia Hartmann (Mother; Deceased)
- Frederick Hartmann (Father; Deceased)
- Anna Hartmannn (Younger sister; Unknown)
- Jamie Trauter (Best friend; Unknown)
- Group of other school friends (Friends; Unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- P226 RX
- SIG MCX PATROL (With suppressor; BUSHNELL AR OPTICS FFP ILLUMINATED BTR-1 BDC)
- Hunting knife
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Two extra 30-round-box-mags for MCX (60 Rounds extra stored in backpack, 90 rounds total)
- Two extra 10 round clips for 226 (20 rounds, one clip in pocket, other in backpack. 30 rounds total)
- Woodland camo backpack (Used during hunting trips with former group)
- Change of clothes (Plain green T-shirt, Dark denim Jeans, Underwear, socks. Stored in bag)
- Two days worth of canned food
- Drawing pad and pencil
Mode of transportation:
- Foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Free Spirit; Clara is the kind of person that is always looking for ways to freely express herself and entertain the people around her.
- looks through rose-colored glasses; Clara doesnt let the idea that the world has gone to shit get to her, She always looks on the bright side if you will
- Talkative; Clara will always be willing to have a conversation with you, whether it be serious or otherwise.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Big Mouth; Clara is terrible at keeping secrets, her love for talking can and has gotten her in some sticky situations
- Terrible Liar; Clara never lied before things went to shit, She is terrible at hiding the fact she lied about something
- Gullible; It doesn't take much to get Clara to believe something is fact, be it true or false.
- Susceptible to Depression; Clara always tries to be happy and most of the time can succeed in this endeavor. But sometimes late at night or when she is otherwise by herself the thoughts of her missing sister and her dead parents will get to her.
List 3 strengths:
- Good shot; Spending a year with a hunter has given Clara the ability to be accurate with the weapon she carries along with the type of hunting rifle they used for finding food.
- Nature lover; Years spent hiking and camping with family before the end and with hunters after the end has given Clara an appreciation for nature and gave her a love for hiking and camping, Being in the woods and away from a bed doesn't bother her.
- supportive; Clara will always be the kind ear to someone that needs it, You got something bothering you? Clara will let you vent.
List 3 flaws:
- Benign positional vertigo; Ever since Clara can remember she has suffered from sudden Dizzy spells and randomly losing her scense of hearing for a short time.
- spuratic ET(Essential Tremors); Clara finds her hands shake from time to time for no apparent reason, she isn't scared or angry. They just shake and it scares her.
- Anosmic; Clara has next to no sense of smell, You put a mound of dead flesh in front of her and the smell wont make her bat an eye. This also effects her since of taste somewhat. Nothing has ever truly tasted like people have told her
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Clara lived a very calm childhood with her parents in a small house on the corner of South Franklin street and Boyce street, She was born at Farmington Family Care at 6:43 in the morning on the cold night of December 15th. Her mother Alesia was a established Painter in the local community and her father Frederick played in a local Indie Folk band called 'Hartmann and the Walkmann'. From a young age she was taught by her parents in the arts as they wanted her to follow in their footsteps and to their delight Clara took a liking to both, She would spend long hours in her room playing her guitar or drawing, She loved to draw and play music. When she wasn't at school Clara was generally hold up in her room listening to her favorite band 'The Decemberists' or she was in the families study drawing on her note pad while her mother painted or her father plucked on his guitar.
Day by day life was pretty uneventful to the outside observer but Clara cherished every minute of her life. She loved it.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day the world went down the drain Clara and her family were on a camping trip in a quiet spot outside of town that her father had found a few weeks prior, The day of the outbreak was spent hiking in the woods and generally spending it in nature with her family; Blind to the madness that was engulfing the town in which they lived.
That evening as they packed up and were preparing to head back into town a group of very interesting individuals made their way towards the family. Clara noticed them and pointed them out to her father, Telling her to watch her sister Clara took Anna back around to the car and watched as her mother stood at the end near the trunk while her father went to ask what the group needed. They didn't realize what they were then... They attacked and bit Frederick... Breaking away from the monsters Frederick shouted to three girls to get into the car as he Frantically made his way into the drivers seat. Making sure everyone was in the family sped off leaving the three 'monsters' as her father called them, behind along with all of their camping supplies.
As they reached the outskirts of the town something seemed... Off. The downtown area that was usually extremely busy around this time of evening was completely dead, No cars were driving on the road, No shops were open. It was like everyone just picked up and left. Making their way further into town they started to notice something even more perplexing. National Guard vehicles left abandoned on the side of the road and.. Bodies.. laying around. Although they weren't as dead as they looked the family would find as they rounded the corner to their house and noticed a small group of them, up and walking on their feet with holes all through them. The sight frightened Clara immensely as they got out of the car and ran to the front door. Locking it behind them as the four monsters made their way to the door and attempted to beat it down.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Three days passed before Clara and her family attempted to venture outside again, Hell, They probably wouldn't have left at all if they had food left in the house. But everyone had to eat and this led to Frederick deciding to go out and look for food. "Maybe those things went away. I'll be back before you know it." he said to them as he walked out the door. That was before Clara knew how dangerous those things can be in a herd...
A full day of Clara holding Anna in the arm chair as her mother paced impatiently down the hall and back for hours on end. "He'll be back mom." she repeated to her every few hours. But as the time passed and he didn't come back even Clara, With her ability to always think of the things that might have held people up was starting to get worried for her father. With whatever those things were that tried to attack them a few days prior out there and all, Who knows if there could be more?
That evening a thud on the door echoed through the halls. Anna and Clara were half asleep in the arm chair when the sound occurred. A second thud on the door shot them both into reality with eyes wide and fear coursing through their veins. The two sisters moved to the corner of the short hallway as they watched their mother make her way to the door and a third, slightly weaker thud sounded before a sliding noise was heard followed by the sound of someone hitting the wood landing outside.
Clara's heart started to pound as she watched her mother slowly begin to turn the knob and open the door to reveal that the source of the sound was her father, Now blood covered and bleeding from a bite wound on his neck. "Get... Get out of the town.... Now.." he muttered before his head fell to the ground and his body went limp at her mothers feet.
The site sent Anna bolting down the hall and slamming her door behind her while Clara just stood there, Frozen in fear over the scene that had just unfolded in front of her. That night the trio packed there stuff and buried there father in the yard with his guitar. It was a very emotional moment as Clara stood there and watched her father being lowered into the ground, Never to move again.
Two years would pass as the trio attempted to make it, they had found a few groups of people but... Nothing ever lasts.. Three days after their last group together had to split up during an attack by a herd Clara, Anna and their mother made their way further north. As they were searching a store for supplies in a old general store they were attacked by bandits; Alesia was shot in the arm and Anna darted to who knows where as walkers swarmed the area from the woods behind the building. The last thing she heard was her scream.
Three days passed as she searched for her sister, Alone, Fresh wounds from losing her mother still burning in her mind as she trudged along. After searching for Anna for three days with No food, No weapon, No sleep for three days she collapsed in the woods from exhaustion.
Was she dead? She felt like it. Her eyes slowly opened on the fourth day of her seemingly eternal slumber she expected to find herself staring at blue skies and clouds; But clouds were not what she saw. What greeted her eyes was the brown hues of a wood cabin lit by the dim glow of a fire place. Where am I? I'm... I'm not dead? What? she wondered as she looked around the room. In the corner there was a bookshelf with a painting on it, Grasslands, A lake, A peaceful scene.
The door swung open and a gruff looking man came stumbling in. "Glad to see your up little lady, You were looking pretty rough when I found ya." the man said as he sat down on the bed next to her feet. She would spend the next two years with him. She never found Anna after many attempts over those two years...
The day was bright and spring was close at hand as Clara woke up on that fateful day, Doing her daily routine of washing her face and grabbing her SIG MCX from against the wall that Greg had managed to find for her on her fourteenth birthday. It was hunting day. Greg and Clara headed into the woods in search of any creature they could use to survive that week "I hope we get a rabbit. I love rabbit." she cheered to him as they walked. When they found a small clearing they decided to rest for a few minutes and that's when it happened... From behind a tree a Bitter surprised the duo. It sank its teeth into Greg's shoulder. "Run Clara, Run!" he shouted to her as more emerged from their flanks "No!" she shouted to him as she stabbed one of the bitters in the head and moved over to kill the one eating him. "You have to Lara. I'm bit, You cant be around me anymore. I know its tough. But your strong. Promise me you'll keep smiling, For me and your family." He called to her as more arrived. "I will." She said to him as he saw the swarm surround him and the growl's slowly faded. The scene went silent as she ran. "Not now..." She muttered as she ran deeper into the woods.
Weeks passed and Clara tried her very best every day to keep her promise to Greg. Stay strong. For me. For your family. she reminded herself every day. But the loneliness was getting to her now and she was finding the solitude making it harder each day to keep herself smiling, She needed to find a new place to call home. With that she closed the door to the small cabin one last time, slung the Rifle over her shoulder, clamped the 226 on her hip, slid the hunting knife in her pouch and grabbed Greg's old hunting pack; Setting out for someplace new, someplace, safe, and with people.
- Clara Hartmann
Aliases:
- C
- Lara
Avatar Photo: Jodelle Ferland (Face Claim)
Age:
- 15 (11 when it started)
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Clara stands at 4ft 11, has long brown hair, green eyes and is skinny; She wears a black T-Shirt with silver writing on it with a dark green/black plaid long sleeve shirt under a brown raincoat with a patch on the elbow of the left sleeve, Grey North Face hiking pants and her mothers old brown hiking boots with a tear in the sole of the right boot near the toe. She wears a necklace with a Guitar and a paintbrush on it that her mother gave her on her 10th birthday around her neck and dark green 2 gauges ( s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/97/90/06/979006313a69a95901a2642142f383e8.jpg ) and has
a scar on her right thigh from a bullet wound along with a scar from a knife on her right cheek.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Elementary School, Art student of her mothers/Music student of her fathers
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Farmington Missouri
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alesia Hartmann (Mother; Deceased)
- Frederick Hartmann (Father; Deceased)
- Anna Hartmannn (Younger sister; Unknown)
- Jamie Trauter (Best friend; Unknown)
- Group of other school friends (Friends; Unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- P226 RX
- SIG MCX PATROL (With suppressor; BUSHNELL AR OPTICS FFP ILLUMINATED BTR-1 BDC)
- Hunting knife
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Two extra 30-round-box-mags for MCX (60 Rounds extra stored in backpack, 90 rounds total)
- Two extra 10 round clips for 226 (20 rounds, one clip in pocket, other in backpack. 30 rounds total)
- Woodland camo backpack (Used during hunting trips with former group)
- Change of clothes (Plain green T-shirt, Dark denim Jeans, Underwear, socks. Stored in bag)
- Two days worth of canned food
- Drawing pad and pencil
Mode of transportation:
- Foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Free Spirit; Clara is the kind of person that is always looking for ways to freely express herself and entertain the people around her.
- looks through rose-colored glasses; Clara doesnt let the idea that the world has gone to shit get to her, She always looks on the bright side if you will
- Talkative; Clara will always be willing to have a conversation with you, whether it be serious or otherwise.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Big Mouth; Clara is terrible at keeping secrets, her love for talking can and has gotten her in some sticky situations
- Terrible Liar; Clara never lied before things went to shit, She is terrible at hiding the fact she lied about something
- Gullible; It doesn't take much to get Clara to believe something is fact, be it true or false.
- Susceptible to Depression; Clara always tries to be happy and most of the time can succeed in this endeavor. But sometimes late at night or when she is otherwise by herself the thoughts of her missing sister and her dead parents will get to her.
List 3 strengths:
- Good shot; Spending a year with a hunter has given Clara the ability to be accurate with the weapon she carries along with the type of hunting rifle they used for finding food.
- Nature lover; Years spent hiking and camping with family before the end and with hunters after the end has given Clara an appreciation for nature and gave her a love for hiking and camping, Being in the woods and away from a bed doesn't bother her.
- supportive; Clara will always be the kind ear to someone that needs it, You got something bothering you? Clara will let you vent.
List 3 flaws:
- Benign positional vertigo; Ever since Clara can remember she has suffered from sudden Dizzy spells and randomly losing her scense of hearing for a short time.
- spuratic ET(Essential Tremors); Clara finds her hands shake from time to time for no apparent reason, she isn't scared or angry. They just shake and it scares her.
- Anosmic; Clara has next to no sense of smell, You put a mound of dead flesh in front of her and the smell wont make her bat an eye. This also effects her since of taste somewhat. Nothing has ever truly tasted like people have told her
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Clara lived a very calm childhood with her parents in a small house on the corner of South Franklin street and Boyce street, She was born at Farmington Family Care at 6:43 in the morning on the cold night of December 15th. Her mother Alesia was a established Painter in the local community and her father Frederick played in a local Indie Folk band called 'Hartmann and the Walkmann'. From a young age she was taught by her parents in the arts as they wanted her to follow in their footsteps and to their delight Clara took a liking to both, She would spend long hours in her room playing her guitar or drawing, She loved to draw and play music. When she wasn't at school Clara was generally hold up in her room listening to her favorite band 'The Decemberists' or she was in the families study drawing on her note pad while her mother painted or her father plucked on his guitar.
Day by day life was pretty uneventful to the outside observer but Clara cherished every minute of her life. She loved it.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day the world went down the drain Clara and her family were on a camping trip in a quiet spot outside of town that her father had found a few weeks prior, The day of the outbreak was spent hiking in the woods and generally spending it in nature with her family; Blind to the madness that was engulfing the town in which they lived.
That evening as they packed up and were preparing to head back into town a group of very interesting individuals made their way towards the family. Clara noticed them and pointed them out to her father, Telling her to watch her sister Clara took Anna back around to the car and watched as her mother stood at the end near the trunk while her father went to ask what the group needed. They didn't realize what they were then... They attacked and bit Frederick... Breaking away from the monsters Frederick shouted to three girls to get into the car as he Frantically made his way into the drivers seat. Making sure everyone was in the family sped off leaving the three 'monsters' as her father called them, behind along with all of their camping supplies.
As they reached the outskirts of the town something seemed... Off. The downtown area that was usually extremely busy around this time of evening was completely dead, No cars were driving on the road, No shops were open. It was like everyone just picked up and left. Making their way further into town they started to notice something even more perplexing. National Guard vehicles left abandoned on the side of the road and.. Bodies.. laying around. Although they weren't as dead as they looked the family would find as they rounded the corner to their house and noticed a small group of them, up and walking on their feet with holes all through them. The sight frightened Clara immensely as they got out of the car and ran to the front door. Locking it behind them as the four monsters made their way to the door and attempted to beat it down.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Three days passed before Clara and her family attempted to venture outside again, Hell, They probably wouldn't have left at all if they had food left in the house. But everyone had to eat and this led to Frederick deciding to go out and look for food. "Maybe those things went away. I'll be back before you know it." he said to them as he walked out the door. That was before Clara knew how dangerous those things can be in a herd...
A full day of Clara holding Anna in the arm chair as her mother paced impatiently down the hall and back for hours on end. "He'll be back mom." she repeated to her every few hours. But as the time passed and he didn't come back even Clara, With her ability to always think of the things that might have held people up was starting to get worried for her father. With whatever those things were that tried to attack them a few days prior out there and all, Who knows if there could be more?
That evening a thud on the door echoed through the halls. Anna and Clara were half asleep in the arm chair when the sound occurred. A second thud on the door shot them both into reality with eyes wide and fear coursing through their veins. The two sisters moved to the corner of the short hallway as they watched their mother make her way to the door and a third, slightly weaker thud sounded before a sliding noise was heard followed by the sound of someone hitting the wood landing outside.
Clara's heart started to pound as she watched her mother slowly begin to turn the knob and open the door to reveal that the source of the sound was her father, Now blood covered and bleeding from a bite wound on his neck. "Get... Get out of the town.... Now.." he muttered before his head fell to the ground and his body went limp at her mothers feet.
The site sent Anna bolting down the hall and slamming her door behind her while Clara just stood there, Frozen in fear over the scene that had just unfolded in front of her. That night the trio packed there stuff and buried there father in the yard with his guitar. It was a very emotional moment as Clara stood there and watched her father being lowered into the ground, Never to move again.
Two years would pass as the trio attempted to make it, they had found a few groups of people but... Nothing ever lasts.. Three days after their last group together had to split up during an attack by a herd Clara, Anna and their mother made their way further north. As they were searching a store for supplies in a old general store they were attacked by bandits; Alesia was shot in the arm and Anna darted to who knows where as walkers swarmed the area from the woods behind the building. The last thing she heard was her scream.
Three days passed as she searched for her sister, Alone, Fresh wounds from losing her mother still burning in her mind as she trudged along. After searching for Anna for three days with No food, No weapon, No sleep for three days she collapsed in the woods from exhaustion.
Was she dead? She felt like it. Her eyes slowly opened on the fourth day of her seemingly eternal slumber she expected to find herself staring at blue skies and clouds; But clouds were not what she saw. What greeted her eyes was the brown hues of a wood cabin lit by the dim glow of a fire place. Where am I? I'm... I'm not dead? What? she wondered as she looked around the room. In the corner there was a bookshelf with a painting on it, Grasslands, A lake, A peaceful scene.
The door swung open and a gruff looking man came stumbling in. "Glad to see your up little lady, You were looking pretty rough when I found ya." the man said as he sat down on the bed next to her feet. She would spend the next two years with him. She never found Anna after many attempts over those two years...
The day was bright and spring was close at hand as Clara woke up on that fateful day, Doing her daily routine of washing her face and grabbing her SIG MCX from against the wall that Greg had managed to find for her on her fourteenth birthday. It was hunting day. Greg and Clara headed into the woods in search of any creature they could use to survive that week "I hope we get a rabbit. I love rabbit." she cheered to him as they walked. When they found a small clearing they decided to rest for a few minutes and that's when it happened... From behind a tree a Bitter surprised the duo. It sank its teeth into Greg's shoulder. "Run Clara, Run!" he shouted to her as more emerged from their flanks "No!" she shouted to him as she stabbed one of the bitters in the head and moved over to kill the one eating him. "You have to Lara. I'm bit, You cant be around me anymore. I know its tough. But your strong. Promise me you'll keep smiling, For me and your family." He called to her as more arrived. "I will." She said to him as he saw the swarm surround him and the growl's slowly faded. The scene went silent as she ran. "Not now..." She muttered as she ran deeper into the woods.
Weeks passed and Clara tried her very best every day to keep her promise to Greg. Stay strong. For me. For your family. she reminded herself every day. But the loneliness was getting to her now and she was finding the solitude making it harder each day to keep herself smiling, She needed to find a new place to call home. With that she closed the door to the small cabin one last time, slung the Rifle over her shoulder, clamped the 226 on her hip, slid the hunting knife in her pouch and grabbed Greg's old hunting pack; Setting out for someplace new, someplace, safe, and with people.