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Full Name: Vivian Marian Amaranth
Aliases: "Viv," "Viv-nerd"
Age: 23
Avatar Photo: Phoebe Tonkin (Actress)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown hair, unkempt from months alone on the road. She has pale skin, slightly freckled across the nose and cheeks, and green eyes. Once a more heavyset individual before the outbreak, Vivian has since taken on a thin, stretched physique, her eyes seeming slightly too large for her skull. She has a faint, fading scar on her left temple.
Occupation: College student, studying film. Occasional freelance writer for her local newspaper.
Hometown: Rochester, Minnesota, United States
Relationships: Her mother and father died in initial outbreak; older sister, Renee, turned and destroyed some months ago.
Lose ties to other survivors.
Weapons: A composite bow (a gift from a friend), a mishmash of mass-produced plastic and hand-carved wooden arrows, and a large, clunky hunting knife and its holster that has been with her since the beginning.
Items: A worn, dark brown canvas messenger bag hangs at her side, strapped over her shoulder. Inside are a few remedial supplies – a few cans (3) of food and bottle of water, and a roll of bandages. Most of the space inside is taken up with books, however. These consist of: 'A Clockwork Orange' by Anthony Burgess (it is a library copy with a bar code from Florida), '1001 Movies to See Before You Die', 'The Dawn' by Friedrich Nietzsche, and a spiral-bound notebook containing a few scant thoughts and doodles penned down during Vivian’s down time on the road. She wears a ragged, over-large black men’s t-shirt, torn and ragged blue jeans, a pair of Converse sneakers with the soles nearly worn through, and a set of dogtags on a chain around her neck.
Mode of Transportation: She acquired a Honda Shadow with a blue-and-white paint job somewhere along the line… Whether she managed to keep up with it over the months is an entirely different matter.
Personality traits:
The Good –
• Very kind-hearted, almost to a fault. Though surviving months of the apocalypse has made her rather cynical when it comes to trusting others, her first instinct is always to help.
• Intelligent. While most of that intelligence comes in the form of movie trivia and philosophical concepts, if taught properly, Vivian has the capacity to be a quick learner at almost anything.
• Loyal. Vivian is extremely loyal to those who show her kindness, or at least offer her a helping hand in matters of survival. She will fight tooth-and-nail to protect those she cares about.
• Diplomatic. If there is one thing Vivian hates more than biters, its conflict. She will do everything in her power to resolve altercations with others, always aiming for the middle ground, as long as the conflict isn’t too weighty one way or another.
The Bad –
• Insubordinate. Because of her relative intelligence, Vivian sometimes thinks she knows better than others how to approach things. Often times, she isn’t very good at concealing those thoughts. Though she would never outright shoot down a plan, she is more than willing to throw sarcastic jabs at its creator all day.
• Psychological Damage. Coming from a moderately cushy life as a bleeding-heart-liberal college kid from the suburbs, the horrors of the apocalypse have finally begun to take their toll on poor Vivian. In addition to pre-existing clinical depression, Vivian can sometimes fall into panic attacks and catatonic stupors from her inability to process the barbarism of the world.
• Quick to anger. Though she will apologize for it profusely afterwards, if something sets Vivian off, she tends to become snappy and spiteful. While it wouldn’t come between her helping out another survivor (in most cases), this could understandably cause tension with other group members.
• A loner. While some might view a lack of emotional attachment as a positive in this new world, Vivian does rely heavily on the support of others to survive, something that she tends to unknowingly sabotage by keeping to herself as often as she does.
Strengths and Flaws:
The Good –
• Not a terrible marksman. While guns are a little on the loud-and-heavy side for her, Vivian can pick out targets with precision. While she does her best work firing at a slow pace, she can throw out volleys of arrows when the need arises.
• Remedial medical knowledge. A childhood fascination with herbology has carried over to some form of usefulness in a world gone awry. She knows which common plants have some medical benefits, and has had… experience… with stitching wounds and knows basic emergency medical procedures.
• A good sprinter. How things change over the course of a few months living in a hellscape of walking corpses and bandits… Where Vivian could hardly jog a few feet without breaking a sweat before the apocalypse, she has since become much more fleet-footed and able to outmaneuver shambling bodies.
The Bad –
• Clumsy. In spite of being able to move faster, this has shockingly not resulted in Vivian becoming more coordinated. A long track record of tripping over her own feet has slightly marred her physical track record, and could be dangerous in situations where stealth is important.
• No stamina. She can run fast, yes, but only for a few minutes. And carrying a heavy load for an extended amount of time is more likely to result in making Vivian pass out from exhaustion than getting anything done.
• Weak. While she can stab things until they die when pressed to, Vivian cannot stand up well to melee attackers. She would lose a fistfight, no question, and if locked into an altercation with a biter, would be more likely to slit her own throat to avoid turning than to overpower the creature.
Personal History (Pre-Apocalypse): Vivian grew up in a small, lower-middle-class suburb in Minnesota, the youngest daughter of Caitlyn and Robert Amaranth. A shy and bookish youth, Vivian had always preferred staying inside and reading as opposed to socializing and playing with the other children in the neighborhood, as her older sister Renee often did. As she got older, her parents and sister began to worry about how she would adjust, noting her distinct lack of close personal relationships with people her own age and, as she entered her teens, her near-complete indifference towards romance. In an effort to get her to socialize more, her parents signed Vivian up for archery classes, something she had long held a fascination with since reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time. She made no connections there, or in any of the other courses her parents signed her up for over the years. Vivian was, however, unperturbed by this, and soared through school with flying colours, getting an internship at a local newspaper shortly after graduation and applying for scholarships with vigor to support her dreams of becoming a film director. After two years between education, Vivian was accepted into Augsburg College and moved to Minneapolis. Vivian wasn’t particularly close with her family, but she cared for and loved them in that primal sense that most relations do, and would go out of her way to visit them on weekends and holidays.
What Happened on Outbreak Day?: Vivian was a year into her program at school and was preparing to return home over a short break from classes when the first reports of the outbreak began to reach television and radio stations. The typically two-hour drive took far longer for Vivian to travel that day, as hundreds of people began to evacuate the city in spite of emergency services advising them to stay in a consolidated location. As it was, Vivian returned home late in the evening in a panic, after hearing horrible accounts of individuals, seemingly dead, returning to life to devour one another. She was relieved to find that her parents had barricaded their doors and windows – however, it proved to be for nothing, as the defenses had only led to the death of Robert and Caitlyn. Seeing the soulless husks of her parents lurching in their den, Vivian broke into her room and began gathering what sentimental supplies she could, including her books and her old compound bow from archery class.
Wandering the abandoned streets of her neighborhood in a daze, Vivian was nearly mowed over by a large SUV barreling down the street. The concerned driver pulled over, revealing himself to be a former teacher of Vivian’s, and a fellow resident of the neighborhood. He and his wife were fleeing the town, accompanied by two children, orphaned by the outbreak, and a former combat medic from Fort Riley, Kansas. They revealed that they were traveling south to search for any surviving family members they might have, and offered to let Vivian travel with them. Recalling that Renee had left for Florida on her honeymoon less than a week earlier, she gladly accepted the offer, and set out to find her sister.
Personal History (Post-Apocalypse): The group she left Minnesota with fluctuated in number as they made their way through the states, always keeping the same core five members. They were lucky enough to avoid confrontations with bandits and madmen for the most part, and eventually found themselves in South Carolina. The teacher and his wife discovered shortly thereafter that the family they had been searching for was dead, and they confided to Vivian and the medic that they were tired of running, and were going to claim an abandoned farmhouse as their own to raise their adopted children in the best way they knew how. Vivian was still determined to search for Renee, in spite of the fact that several months had passed, and insisted on continuing her trip south. The medic, a close friend and mentor by this point, offered to go with her, as he had no other relations to look out for.
They set out in the couple’s SUV, keeping to themselves and trying to make up for lost time spent traveling with the teacher and his family. In this time, Vivian was forced to begin training herself to lose compassion for the biters (which she had a difficult time separating from ill humans), and in a sense, for other survivors themselves. Outside of Jacksonville, however, she and the medic were boxed in between a wall of traffic and a horde of biters traveling from the city. Knowing she was too weak to keep up with him in a flat-out run, the medic offered to provide a distraction to let Vivian make it to Miami safely. In spite of her protests, the medic threw her his dog tags and drew the biters away, letting her escape. He wasn’t seen again.
Alone, Vivian walked the remaining distance between cities, sleeping when and where she could and scavenging for supplies where she could find them. Arriving in Miami at last, she immediately began to search the city for any sign of her sister, crawling through the rotten alleys and deserted stores to avoid drawing the attention of a horde. After three days of searching, delirious from the heat and suffering from dehydration, Vivian stumbled to the mansion stronghold of a group of survivors who were battling their own demons. After a tense exchange between the group of outsiders whose arrival had coincided with hers and the occupants of the mansion, Vivian was eventually allowed in to rest for a moment and recuperate.
The occupants were extremely helpful, and Vivian was relieved to have some sense of community, which she had lacked for so long. However, her guilt over the medic's sacrifice kept her from feeling truly comfortable in tagging along with the group, feeling that she could not pull her own weight and would only serve to bring destruction upon the heads of her fellow survivors. She was preparing to strike out on her own once more when an opportunity arose which would help her prove herself – a young girl who belonged to the group had been kidnapped, and a small search party had gathered to seek her out. Vivian leapt at the chance to prove herself, and she set out with the team.
The rescue proved to be more of a trial than Vivian was prepared for, and as the group rose in number after rescuing the young girl, she fell into the role of impromptu medic, and began to bond with them in a manner she had avoided all of her life before the apocalypse. Reuniting with the bulk of the group the next day and witnessing a brutal death at the hands of a satanic cannibalistic preacher, they set off towards the supposed sanctuary of Bear Lake, Colorado. Vivian, however, began to come into conflict with the group’s new leader in Texas, and after several of her friends went their separate ways due to the raised tensions, she became lost in the search to find them.
Vivian was last seen outside of Boulder, Colorado, seeking out her friends in the last known location she knew to find them. She met with unpleasant company, outnumbered and cornered by a large group of bandits led by a man known as Adolphus.
Aliases: "Viv," "Viv-nerd"
Age: 23
Avatar Photo: Phoebe Tonkin (Actress)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown hair, unkempt from months alone on the road. She has pale skin, slightly freckled across the nose and cheeks, and green eyes. Once a more heavyset individual before the outbreak, Vivian has since taken on a thin, stretched physique, her eyes seeming slightly too large for her skull. She has a faint, fading scar on her left temple.
Occupation: College student, studying film. Occasional freelance writer for her local newspaper.
Hometown: Rochester, Minnesota, United States
Relationships: Her mother and father died in initial outbreak; older sister, Renee, turned and destroyed some months ago.
Lose ties to other survivors.
Weapons: A composite bow (a gift from a friend), a mishmash of mass-produced plastic and hand-carved wooden arrows, and a large, clunky hunting knife and its holster that has been with her since the beginning.
Items: A worn, dark brown canvas messenger bag hangs at her side, strapped over her shoulder. Inside are a few remedial supplies – a few cans (3) of food and bottle of water, and a roll of bandages. Most of the space inside is taken up with books, however. These consist of: 'A Clockwork Orange' by Anthony Burgess (it is a library copy with a bar code from Florida), '1001 Movies to See Before You Die', 'The Dawn' by Friedrich Nietzsche, and a spiral-bound notebook containing a few scant thoughts and doodles penned down during Vivian’s down time on the road. She wears a ragged, over-large black men’s t-shirt, torn and ragged blue jeans, a pair of Converse sneakers with the soles nearly worn through, and a set of dogtags on a chain around her neck.
Mode of Transportation: She acquired a Honda Shadow with a blue-and-white paint job somewhere along the line… Whether she managed to keep up with it over the months is an entirely different matter.
Personality traits:
The Good –
• Very kind-hearted, almost to a fault. Though surviving months of the apocalypse has made her rather cynical when it comes to trusting others, her first instinct is always to help.
• Intelligent. While most of that intelligence comes in the form of movie trivia and philosophical concepts, if taught properly, Vivian has the capacity to be a quick learner at almost anything.
• Loyal. Vivian is extremely loyal to those who show her kindness, or at least offer her a helping hand in matters of survival. She will fight tooth-and-nail to protect those she cares about.
• Diplomatic. If there is one thing Vivian hates more than biters, its conflict. She will do everything in her power to resolve altercations with others, always aiming for the middle ground, as long as the conflict isn’t too weighty one way or another.
The Bad –
• Insubordinate. Because of her relative intelligence, Vivian sometimes thinks she knows better than others how to approach things. Often times, she isn’t very good at concealing those thoughts. Though she would never outright shoot down a plan, she is more than willing to throw sarcastic jabs at its creator all day.
• Psychological Damage. Coming from a moderately cushy life as a bleeding-heart-liberal college kid from the suburbs, the horrors of the apocalypse have finally begun to take their toll on poor Vivian. In addition to pre-existing clinical depression, Vivian can sometimes fall into panic attacks and catatonic stupors from her inability to process the barbarism of the world.
• Quick to anger. Though she will apologize for it profusely afterwards, if something sets Vivian off, she tends to become snappy and spiteful. While it wouldn’t come between her helping out another survivor (in most cases), this could understandably cause tension with other group members.
• A loner. While some might view a lack of emotional attachment as a positive in this new world, Vivian does rely heavily on the support of others to survive, something that she tends to unknowingly sabotage by keeping to herself as often as she does.
Strengths and Flaws:
The Good –
• Not a terrible marksman. While guns are a little on the loud-and-heavy side for her, Vivian can pick out targets with precision. While she does her best work firing at a slow pace, she can throw out volleys of arrows when the need arises.
• Remedial medical knowledge. A childhood fascination with herbology has carried over to some form of usefulness in a world gone awry. She knows which common plants have some medical benefits, and has had… experience… with stitching wounds and knows basic emergency medical procedures.
• A good sprinter. How things change over the course of a few months living in a hellscape of walking corpses and bandits… Where Vivian could hardly jog a few feet without breaking a sweat before the apocalypse, she has since become much more fleet-footed and able to outmaneuver shambling bodies.
The Bad –
• Clumsy. In spite of being able to move faster, this has shockingly not resulted in Vivian becoming more coordinated. A long track record of tripping over her own feet has slightly marred her physical track record, and could be dangerous in situations where stealth is important.
• No stamina. She can run fast, yes, but only for a few minutes. And carrying a heavy load for an extended amount of time is more likely to result in making Vivian pass out from exhaustion than getting anything done.
• Weak. While she can stab things until they die when pressed to, Vivian cannot stand up well to melee attackers. She would lose a fistfight, no question, and if locked into an altercation with a biter, would be more likely to slit her own throat to avoid turning than to overpower the creature.
Personal History (Pre-Apocalypse): Vivian grew up in a small, lower-middle-class suburb in Minnesota, the youngest daughter of Caitlyn and Robert Amaranth. A shy and bookish youth, Vivian had always preferred staying inside and reading as opposed to socializing and playing with the other children in the neighborhood, as her older sister Renee often did. As she got older, her parents and sister began to worry about how she would adjust, noting her distinct lack of close personal relationships with people her own age and, as she entered her teens, her near-complete indifference towards romance. In an effort to get her to socialize more, her parents signed Vivian up for archery classes, something she had long held a fascination with since reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time. She made no connections there, or in any of the other courses her parents signed her up for over the years. Vivian was, however, unperturbed by this, and soared through school with flying colours, getting an internship at a local newspaper shortly after graduation and applying for scholarships with vigor to support her dreams of becoming a film director. After two years between education, Vivian was accepted into Augsburg College and moved to Minneapolis. Vivian wasn’t particularly close with her family, but she cared for and loved them in that primal sense that most relations do, and would go out of her way to visit them on weekends and holidays.
What Happened on Outbreak Day?: Vivian was a year into her program at school and was preparing to return home over a short break from classes when the first reports of the outbreak began to reach television and radio stations. The typically two-hour drive took far longer for Vivian to travel that day, as hundreds of people began to evacuate the city in spite of emergency services advising them to stay in a consolidated location. As it was, Vivian returned home late in the evening in a panic, after hearing horrible accounts of individuals, seemingly dead, returning to life to devour one another. She was relieved to find that her parents had barricaded their doors and windows – however, it proved to be for nothing, as the defenses had only led to the death of Robert and Caitlyn. Seeing the soulless husks of her parents lurching in their den, Vivian broke into her room and began gathering what sentimental supplies she could, including her books and her old compound bow from archery class.
Wandering the abandoned streets of her neighborhood in a daze, Vivian was nearly mowed over by a large SUV barreling down the street. The concerned driver pulled over, revealing himself to be a former teacher of Vivian’s, and a fellow resident of the neighborhood. He and his wife were fleeing the town, accompanied by two children, orphaned by the outbreak, and a former combat medic from Fort Riley, Kansas. They revealed that they were traveling south to search for any surviving family members they might have, and offered to let Vivian travel with them. Recalling that Renee had left for Florida on her honeymoon less than a week earlier, she gladly accepted the offer, and set out to find her sister.
Personal History (Post-Apocalypse): The group she left Minnesota with fluctuated in number as they made their way through the states, always keeping the same core five members. They were lucky enough to avoid confrontations with bandits and madmen for the most part, and eventually found themselves in South Carolina. The teacher and his wife discovered shortly thereafter that the family they had been searching for was dead, and they confided to Vivian and the medic that they were tired of running, and were going to claim an abandoned farmhouse as their own to raise their adopted children in the best way they knew how. Vivian was still determined to search for Renee, in spite of the fact that several months had passed, and insisted on continuing her trip south. The medic, a close friend and mentor by this point, offered to go with her, as he had no other relations to look out for.
They set out in the couple’s SUV, keeping to themselves and trying to make up for lost time spent traveling with the teacher and his family. In this time, Vivian was forced to begin training herself to lose compassion for the biters (which she had a difficult time separating from ill humans), and in a sense, for other survivors themselves. Outside of Jacksonville, however, she and the medic were boxed in between a wall of traffic and a horde of biters traveling from the city. Knowing she was too weak to keep up with him in a flat-out run, the medic offered to provide a distraction to let Vivian make it to Miami safely. In spite of her protests, the medic threw her his dog tags and drew the biters away, letting her escape. He wasn’t seen again.
Alone, Vivian walked the remaining distance between cities, sleeping when and where she could and scavenging for supplies where she could find them. Arriving in Miami at last, she immediately began to search the city for any sign of her sister, crawling through the rotten alleys and deserted stores to avoid drawing the attention of a horde. After three days of searching, delirious from the heat and suffering from dehydration, Vivian stumbled to the mansion stronghold of a group of survivors who were battling their own demons. After a tense exchange between the group of outsiders whose arrival had coincided with hers and the occupants of the mansion, Vivian was eventually allowed in to rest for a moment and recuperate.
The occupants were extremely helpful, and Vivian was relieved to have some sense of community, which she had lacked for so long. However, her guilt over the medic's sacrifice kept her from feeling truly comfortable in tagging along with the group, feeling that she could not pull her own weight and would only serve to bring destruction upon the heads of her fellow survivors. She was preparing to strike out on her own once more when an opportunity arose which would help her prove herself – a young girl who belonged to the group had been kidnapped, and a small search party had gathered to seek her out. Vivian leapt at the chance to prove herself, and she set out with the team.
The rescue proved to be more of a trial than Vivian was prepared for, and as the group rose in number after rescuing the young girl, she fell into the role of impromptu medic, and began to bond with them in a manner she had avoided all of her life before the apocalypse. Reuniting with the bulk of the group the next day and witnessing a brutal death at the hands of a satanic cannibalistic preacher, they set off towards the supposed sanctuary of Bear Lake, Colorado. Vivian, however, began to come into conflict with the group’s new leader in Texas, and after several of her friends went their separate ways due to the raised tensions, she became lost in the search to find them.
Vivian was last seen outside of Boulder, Colorado, seeking out her friends in the last known location she knew to find them. She met with unpleasant company, outnumbered and cornered by a large group of bandits led by a man known as Adolphus.