Post by Prya Darah on Sept 2, 2017 23:41:50 GMT -5
Full Name:
-Prya Darah
Aliases:
-Sweetheart
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Avatar Photo: Face claim: Katrina Kaif
Age:
- 29
Gender:
-Female
Appearance:
- Prya is of Indian descent. She has caramel colored skin and expressive eyes. Her hair is long and usually kept in a ponytail. Prya prefers to dress in jeans and light shirts, usually a tank top of some kind. She wears a brown leather bomber jacket with a dirty wool collar that has long since lost it's whiteness. The only jeans she owns are ripped and dirty. She also wears a pair of black boots. Cuts and dirt stain her otherwise pretty face. She is a hardened survivor in this tough world.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-Owned a beauty salon
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Chicago, Illinois, USA (Moved to America with her family as a teenager)
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
-Riya Darah - Mother, Deceased - Pre outbreak ( Shortly after they moved to America)
-Gupta Darah - Father, Deceased - Pre outbreak (Shortly after they moved to America)
-Rajesh Darah - Older brother, alive status unknown
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Weapons (currently in possession):
- Machete (Kept in sheath on her hip )
- M4 Carbine
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
-Brown leather bomber jacket
-Necklace containing a large piece of amber, wrapped in silver (Family Heirloom)
-Diary and pencil
-Duffle bag full of spare clips, and dwindling ammo
-Binoculars
-Flashlight
-3 packs of air fresheners (Pine scented)
Mode of transportation:
-Delorean (Prya was a big fan of American movies)
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Genuine
-Honest
-Witty
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Abrasive at times
-Stubborn
-Control freak
List 3 strengths:
-Good instincts: Prya trusts her gut, she is generally good at sensing when something is wrong
-Leadership qualities: Thrives under the spotlight and does what is needed to keep people safe
-Graceful / Agility: Moves swift and smooth. Rarely stumbles when running from danger
List 3 flaws:
-Fear of heights
-Insomnia
-Trust issues
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Prya's parents moved her and her brother to America when she was just a teenager. She felt like a fish out of water at first. She fit in to her new school ok and made the best of it. She was secretly excited about the move. She had a quiet fascination with American culture. She was a big fan of American movies. Her brother was older than her by only a few years. He was a senior in high school by the time they moved. He went on to start med school as his parents wanted him to and was working in the medical field. Prya wanted to work in cosmetology.
When she was 24 she used some money from her rich parents to open her own beauty salon. It wasn't what they had dreamed for her, but she was clearly passionate about it. It made her happy so they supported her. She didn't have the stereotypical controlling parents that micromanaged every aspect of her life. For the most part they gave her the means to achieve and allowed her to follow her own footsteps. Prya wanted to make the world beautiful. The world was not beautiful. It was ugly and cruel.
The world proved this when her parents were killed in a robbery. They were mugged at a stop light. They were ripped from their car and shot in the street. That was the type of world they lived in. No amount of make up could cover up the scars their deaths would cause. Prya was devastated. Her brother hadn't heard the news of their death. He was almost impossible to reach... When she did get ahold of him he agreed to get on a flight from California back to Chicago. Prya doesn't even know if he ever even stepped on a plane. The outbreak swooped in and turned everything to chaos.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
Prya knew something was wrong from the moment she woke up. The air around her seemed thicker. The silence in her quiet neighborhood was eerie. Life in general had seemed quieted since the death of her parents. It had been years, but she still thought about them every day. Prya picked up the picture of her parents as she rolled out of bed and stared at it a moment. "I miss you guys...." She said softly. She was only snapped out of thoughts by the sound of the neighbors dog barking.
Looking up she set the pictured down and slipped on a pair of jeans. She pulled on a shirt and headed outside. The breeze blew her hair around her face. Prya reached up and brushed it back as she looked around the quiet street. There was nothing. No cars driving down the road. There were no people on the sidewalk. If it wasn't for the dog barking she would have felt totally alone. Prya's brows knit together as she bit her lip. She felt a strange 'wrongness' washing over her. She couldn't tell what it was, but the fact was today seemed off.
She was about to go back inside when the barking stopped. She couldn't see over the neighbor's fence, but she heard a pain filled yelp that caused her toes to curl. She was frozen to the porch. The thudding in her chest gripped her motor function and refused to allow it to work. She remained rooted to the porch for sometime. Finally she called out. "Hello?"
She thought maybe one of the neighbors were outside with the dog. She never liked that dog, but that feeling of wrongness was growing. She saw the gate swing open. She expected to see Ned her jerk neighbor come out and give her a dirty look, as he always did. Instead she saw a stranger. He stumbled towards her. There was blood on his face and a half chewed leather collar hanging from his jaw. The collar said Buster. The name of the dog who had spurred her worry. Prya ran inside and locked the door. Something was very wrong about today. Very, very wrong.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
For the longest time Prya was just surviving. She didn't trust people. After the outbreak started she saw the worst kinds of things. Horrible, terrible things. People were changing. It wasn't slow and it wasn't subtle. It was like a switch. Laws broke down and chaos followed. She saw people killed in the street over food and supplies, she saw children gunned down for no reason. The worst kind of nightmares played in front of her eyes like a horrible movie she couldn't turn off. This was life now.
She kept to herself mostly. Prya wished she knew where her brother was. He was the only family she had left, but he had been half way across the country when this all started. There was no way to even tell if he was alive or dead. Prya stayed wherever seemed safe. She spent her time keeping track of her thoughts in her diary. If it wasn't for her words on the page she might have gone mad like the rest of the world. Everyone seemed to devolve into animals around her. She had blood on her hands too, but she felt a heavy weight of guilt at the lives she was forced to take to stay alive.
Over time that weight on her conscience grew lighter and lighter. Eventually she didn't even think about it. It was just part of life now. Kill or be killed. She couldn't tell you how many people she had killed at this point, but it was never in cold blood. It was never for no reason. It was just survival. Prya had become an expert at survival. Scavenging what food she could and staying in places with known exits and planned escape routes. Yeah, Prya was a survivor. She'd be damned if she let the ugliness of this world break her.