Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 10:08:16 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Felicity Negazi
Aliases:
- Licity
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Avatar Photo:
Face claim: Maria Menounos
Age:
- 30
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Soft caring eyes. Caramel color tan and a warm smile. Often seen in a good mood and usually dressed in fresh clean clothes. Felicity is kind and compassionate and rarely is she see when anger or worry on her face, despite the world that she lives in.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- On air news reporter
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Cleveland, Ohio, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Tiffany Marin - Group leader / survivor / friend
- Baz - Group member / survivor / friend
- Various other group members / all friends / Felicity is friends with everyone
- Pete Sullivan - Camera man - Deceased - Outbreak day killed by walker
- No other surviving relatives.
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Colt Python
- Foldable knife
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Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Lives inside a gated community items include every day household items that exist there
- Items range from hairbrushes to toothbrushes nothing out of the every day norm
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Mode of transportation:
- Vespa
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Compassionate
- Thoughtful
- Genuine
- Observant
- Hard working
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Nosey
- Always late
- Gossip
- Impulsive
- Doesn't forgive easily (Will hold a grudge)
List 3 strengths:
- Investigative journalism ( If something is going on in secret she will find out)
- Very fast on her feet
- Great cook
- Charisma
- Lockpicking
List 3 flaws:
- Her fight or flight response always leans towards fight, even if it's not smart
- Tries to find the good in everyone, and trusts strangers too easily
- Intimacy issues (She isn't comfortable with relationships and expectations)
- Has a tendency to daydream sometimes and disappear into her head for hours
- Insomnia
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Before the outbreak Felicity was a local celebrity. She was everyone's favorite news reporter on channel 7. WBCD Action News. Felicity didn't have much of a life outside work. She didn't have time for a social life. She wanted to make Anchor some day. She dreamed of a nice cushy desk job reporting the news to the locals. She didn't mind the more gritty dangerous side of reporting. She would risk jail or injury to chase down a story and her best and only friend was Pete her camera man. She had Pete on speed dial. Pete had a bit of a crush on Felicity and even if she called him at 3 in the morning to get footage to pitch to the network, he was pretty ok with crawling out of bed for the secret love of his life. Felicity was bold, fearless and unstoppable once upon a time. She spent her nights hopping over fences and chasing leads. She trespassed, she got scuffed knees and bruised ankles. She has ran from the cops on several occasions for being places she shouldn't.
Felicity's network was trash tv. Sure, it was the highest rated news station, but there was very little sanction on what they reported on. Allegations of child molestation in the schools? Felicity broke into the school in the middle of night searching for the principal's secret child smut stash determined to break the story wide open. There were reports of dangerous working conditions for illegal workers. Felicity used her rather 'exotic' looks to pose as an immigrant worker and secretly filmed the hazardous work conditions on her phone. That one earned her a beating from the owner, but she got the story and it felt damn good pressing charges. Felicity was TMZ without all of the sleezy corny jokes. She dreamed of being taken seriously in her field though, maybe a job at a more reputable news station. She was damn good at her job and she had refined many skills such as picking locks and being stealthy. Felicity was living dangerously in the seedy world of unsanctioned news reporting and she was loving every minute of it.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- In some ways her life before the outbreak prepped her for the horrors that she would face after it. She has seen the worst kinds of humanity. Dog fighting rings, sex trafficking, she has been to countless crime scenes. Felicity has never been surprised by the lengths that someone was willing to go to protect their own self interests. On outbreak day she was covering a story. It was 3:45 in the morning and she was standing outside. The coldness of the air caused her breathe to be visible as she stood there waiting for Pete. She had gotten an anonymous tip about some satanic cultist ritual that was usual preformed the early hours of the morning in a run down crack house. She wanted to get some B-Roll footage of her outside the house reporting.
Pete showed up grumbling about the cold and she gave him a warm smile. "Thanks Petey I owe you." Pete smiled at her. He was defenseless against her smile. She would smile at him and he would just fall apart between her fingers. "Yeah, how much is it you owe me now?" He said setting up his camera. The crack house was behind them across the street. He turned on the light and hit play as she pulled up her microphone. "Ok, rolling." He said gruffly. "I'm Felicity Negazi, for WBCD Action News. You may be wondering why I'm standing outside an apparent crack house at three in the morning. If your answer is to buy some crack, you'd be wrong I got that covered." She said smiling and lifting her coffee cup into the frame. Pete laughed. He always laughed at her corny Jokes.
Felicity smiled and continued. "I'm standing here because in this quiet neighborhood. One house has fallen into disrepair. It started with a careless owner who passed away and left the house abandoned. Quickly it became the hotspot to do drugs in, and a place for teens to party. Now days, it's home to devil worshiping Satanists. I wouldn't be surprised to see a demon straight from hell emerge from the house over my shoulder any minute." Felicity joked. Pete wasn't paying attention anymore... "What the hell?" Pete said quietly in stunned fascination. He zoomed in over her shoulder when he saw someone actually come through the front door as she spoke. It was a guy who looked drunk, but he was covered in vomit. Someone partied a little to hard. What was wrong with his neck though? It was leaned lazily to the side, his head resting on his shoulder as he walked. Pete stared at it. Is his neck broken? He thought.
"Pete...?" Felicity turned to see the drunk man making his way across the street. She took a few steps forward determined to interview him. "Don't go near him Licity!" Pete warned. "Something ain't right with him. Hey! Asshole back off!" Pete shouted. The guy kept coming. He said Felicity and made a lunge for her. Pete got in the way to stop the attack and was bit on the arm. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh He screamed. And beat the man to death with his camera. "Jesus fuck Licity!" "Omg Pete! Let's get you to a hospital." "Should we call the police?" "Yeah I'll call them can you drive?" "Yeah I think so fucker bit my arm."
Felicity climbed into the passenger seat and Pete drove them to the hospital. The place was a madhouse, even for 4 in the morning. She saw several other bite waiting to be seen. "Must be some kind of mass hysteria." She murmered as they sat in the waiting room. She didn't even believe that herself. She was just worried about her friend. Pete was a guy she always so as a friend. He loved her, but she saw him as a brother. Felicity didn't know it yet, but this was just the beginning of dark days.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse
For the longest time, Felicity refused to accept that this was happening. She found herself sitting inside an abandoned store. Some mom and pop place that closed up shop and left town when the looting started. She had seen the darkest depravities of the human condition, but this? She was alone. She was completely and utterly alone. Behind the counter she found a Colt Python and a box of bullets. She was never a gun nut, but she took it all the same. Felicity knew how to shoot. She used to carry a small gun in her purse for safety when she was 'investigating'. Felicity did what she had to, to keep herself safe. She killed walkers and used the gun to scare off the few people that came around and tried to hurt her. She found herself thinking about what the barrel of the gun might taste like. She didn't want to be in this world alone.
Before she had her work. She threw herself into her job whole heartedly and that kept the icy sting of lonliness away from her, but with nothing to strive for she realized just how empty life could be. She had nothing. Felicity loaded one bullet into the chamber of the guy and closed it. The soft click of the metal signifying that she was ready to die. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat on the dusty floor among the tattered shelves. She put the gun to the side of her head. The last thought that ran through her mind was Pete, and how she wished she had been nicer to him. She was nice enough, but she knew that he had a thing for her. It was obvious, only she never chose to address it. Pete was a good guy. She wouldn't feel this way if Pete was still here.
She was about to pull the trigger when a voice stopped her. "Yeah! I think that was the last of them? Did we find any water?" Felicity's eyes snapped to the door. Wiping the tears away from her face with the arm holding the gun she scurried across the floor to peek out the window. Felicity was careful not to expose herself in case they were more assholes. Some people that lived now days you'd rather be dead than let them find you. She saw a man standing there with a few women and a truck. She watched them curiously as they talked in the street.
She wondered what they were up to. Her curiosity getting the better of her. She forgotten about her less than important suicide. She watched them until they were loading up the truck and ready to leave. She wasn't sure what sprang her into action, but suddenly she was pushing herself to her feet and running out the door in their direction. "Hey wait! Take me with you!"
Felicity sat there at the kitchen table remembering that day four years ago. The day she met Tiffany, Marcus and Saphron. They saved her life. They brought her into their group and it was the kindness of a kid named Baz that granted them safety. They found themselves living now in a gated community. They had crops, and homes, they had jobs and purpose. It wasn't journalism, but she found herself with meaning again. Felicity had purpose in life. They road out the apocalypse together for most of the storm. They've been here years now and under Tiffany's leadership they haven't had much adversity.
Felicity stood up from the table and moved over to the kitchen sink. She peered out the window and watched her community thrive. She had a place here. She had friends now. She was never one for making friends before the outbreak, but now she was a social butterfly. She was friends with just about everyone here. No one had a bad word to say about Felicity. She watched Tiffany moved through the street off to do whatever it was she was doing. Felicity smiled brightly and headed out the front door. She was going to talk to her about throwing a party later for the newest member of the group.