Post by Roselle Chaplet on Jul 27, 2017 2:09:10 GMT -5
Full Name:
× Roselle Chaplet
Aliases:
× Rose
× Chaplet
Avatar Photo:
× Celina Jade
Age:
× 25
Gender:
× Female
Appearance:
× Roselle has long brown hair that some have mistaken for black, but it's just very dark. It gets frizzy easily and can be hard to handle so sometimes she simply puts it in a ponytail and calls it a day. Her eyes are a similar shade of brown, just slightly lighter. When they catch the light, you can see an almost honey coloration. Her skin is naturally tanned but still on the lighter side. Despite her mother’s suggestion to use lip balm, she's always had dry lips that she bites when she's bored or nervous. She is of average height, standing at 5 feet 5 inches. She’s always maintained a healthy weight but due to that darn apocalypse, she lost a bit.
Occupation:
× Graduated high school, did not attend college, had a job as a server at a popular restaurant
Hometown:
× Buffalo, New York, United States
Relationships:
× Mother, Susan Martinelli [deceased]
× Father (estranged), William Chaplet [fate unknown]
× Stepfather, Joseph Martinelli [fate unknown]
× Younger brother, Tanner Chaplet [deceased]
Weapons currently in possession:
× Crowbar
× 13” Italian stiletto
Items:
× Two cotton t-shirts, one pair of jeans, sneakers, over the shoulder satchel, gauze, Barbie band-aids, jug of water, dried fruit and nuts, two cans of… beans?, leather bracelet with a bee engraving.
Mode of transportation:
× Razor scooter. Yes, you heard me. Cars, with gas and maintenance, are costly. Razor scooters aren't.
Positive traits:
× She’s a good manipulator, but doesn't manipulate people.
× Roselle tries to see the good in others. Keyword: “tries”.
× Can be good at finding the right words to soothe people.
× She's very open minded.
Negative traits
× She gets nervous easily
× Asocial
× Can be stubborn
Strengths:
× Remaining unseen.
× Making rations go a long way.
× Walking for long distances without a break. (Thanks, scooter, for making “leg day” every day).
Flaws:
× Doesn't know what she's doing a lot of the time.
× Extremely gullible and easy to win over.
× Doesn't know when to quit.
× Can't do a cartwheel.
Life before the Apocalypse:
× Life was simple. Wake up, eat, go to work, call mom, eat again, go to sleep. That was Roselle’s routine for quite a while. Routine was everything. It made life easier and less complicated. Sure, there were days when routine had to be broken for sanity’s sake, but overall nothing changed. Amazing what an apocalypse will do to that.
× Roselle was never one for going out to bars and drinking ‘till you can't remember your own name. Her friends certainly seemed to like that lifestyle, though. All they ever did. Eventually she disconnected from her peers and instead focused on family. Ah, famiglia. Her mother, stepfather, and little brother were all she needed. Even though her stepfather wasn't her real dad, he raised her since she was at least one after her real father walked out on her. He was an Italian man from a large family and Roselle admired him. They were as close as any two could get, blood or no. And Tanner, her little brother was her little peanut. He had autism that severely hindered his mental capabilities. Even though he was 19, he had the mental capacity of a little kid. Roselle loved him and coddled him.
Outbreak Day:
× When the outbreak happened, Roselle was at work. No one was coming in to eat and at first she figured it was because it was a beautiful day. Though it's beauty didn't last for long. When cars started crashing into each other and people seemingly attacking one another, the staff at the restaurant locked the doors in fear. The kitchen and wait staff would form Roselle’s first group.
× That day, she tried calling her family but no one would pick up. She didn't know but they were still alive and she’d meet up with them again. But not for about a week or so.
After the apocalypse:
× After nearly half of the staff was killed, by the dead or otherwise, within a matter of 3 days, the group scattered.
× Roselle was able to reach her parents’ home. Luckily they survived but her little brother didn't. He was bitten and succumbed to the sickness. Roselle's parents didn't have the heart to “kill” his reanimated body, so they trapped him- it- in his room. Her father kept loaded guns in the house just in case, even though it was illegal. Well, legality doesn't really matter when the world’s gone to shit. Her dad also kept knives for self protection for when anyone needed to visit the dangerous parts of the city. So, in short, they were as prepared as two fifty-year-olds in a suburban house can get, in terms of offense.
× Roselle’s brother's death had severely damaged her mom. Although he would throw tantrums and was a picky eater and didn't help around the house, she loved him with all her heart and at the end of the day, no child deserves such a fate.
× Like her first group, this household would not stay together for long. Roselle's mother just gave up after a week, despite the protests from her husband and daughter. She died during an attack on the house. A part of Roselle broke then. To see her family torn apart like this…
× Angry and frustrated, she killed both her mother and brother's reanimated corpses. Then she left. She knew her father didn't have long; he was diabetic, had arthritis, was losing his eyesight. To Roselle, he was a liability, a weakness, to herself. She couldn't watch him die, and she wasn’t prepared to kill him either. So she packed some supplies, took her brother's Razor scooter, and sped away.
× She tried to find groups of people, and she certainly did, but she always ended up leaving, for some reason or another. Not agreeing with them, trying to force her to do raids, just simply not fitting in, take your pick. You could call her a squatter of sorts, though she doesn't try to be.
She currently wanders alone but she hopes that someday she can find someone to watch her back for once.