Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 9:22:42 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Shelley Curien
Aliases:
- Shel
- S.C.
Avatar Photo:
Age:
- 23
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- College baseball andsoccer player ; assistant coach
Hometown (city, state, country):
- San Diego, California
Relationships (relatives,friends,...):
- Mother (deceased)
- Foster mother (unknown)
- Foster father (unknown)
- Student players (unknown)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Bent baseball bat
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Baseballcap (primarily red with white in the front and a dark blue visor)
- Red camper backpack
- Small first-aid kit
- Flashlight
- Aviator sunglasses
Mode of transportation:
- Motorcycle, on-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Headstrong and works with an iron fist
- Adaptable
- Obserative
- Supportive
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Doesn't hesitate to punish allies
- Doesn't pull her punches
- Confrontational and meddlesome
List 3 strengths:
- Hard-workerin nearly all productive subjects
- Athletic
- Has some degree of leadership
List 3 flaws:
- Broken right arm
- No practical combat experience
- Tends to overexert herself
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Shelley grew up on the West Coast with an intense flame for contact and physically-demanding sports, namely basketball, baseball and soccer. Even from the tender age of 12, she worked hard with a balance of athletics and education, trying her hand at basketball first, and then baseball before finally going for soccer. In middleschool, her choice of athletics started to alternate with each year, t-ball in 5th grade, soccer in 6th, amateur youth baseballin 7th, and then soccer again in 8th. In the times of yearly breaks such as spring break and summer break, she spent her time playing with the local boys in soccer and baseball, further raising her skill. In her freshman year of high school, she found theP.E. class was more general and went with a mix of different sports for fitness, so she found more fun with it while managing to do well in her classes as well. All the way up to after she had graduated, she found time not only be a player for both the soccer club and baseball clubs at UCSD (University of California, San Diego), but as the assistant coach to the university's Mens'Baseball team, regardless of her gender. At this point in college, she had purchased and learned to drive a motorcycle, preferring the form of travel versus, say, a car or a truck. It became her method of transportation to and fro her education and the various different on-off part-time jobs she grew to work to help pay for funds for her team.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- One day, at a visiting baseball game in South Carolina's Carolina Stadium, disaster struck. It started with a seemingly incapacitated customer in the stands having fallen over the railing and into the field near the dug-out of the opposing team. Worried, the Shelley called for a time-out to halt the game so she and the others could go over to check on the woman that had fallen until an ambulance had come due to 9-1-1 being called. Well, it never went as expected, as the woman had apparently fallen from a sudden heart attack and nowwould've been experiencing a broken arm from the fall had she been alive. Just as the EMTs with a stretcher came to the field to collect the would-be patient, she suddenly moved and grabbed aplayer's ankle, tugged herself closer and bit a clean chunk outof his foot. Needless to say, the player fell with a loud, pained yelp as chaos and hysteria arose through the stands and fieldalike, Shelley freezing in place from the shock before she moved to slam a nearby aluminum bat into the woman's neck, more than enough to knock her out had she been...human. But the shock didn't end there, for the woman struggled to slowly look up at her with a bloody snarl. Gritting her teeth, she watched as the seemingly cannibalistic woman crawled with some effort after her as if she had her attention, before she made sure what happened to the player would not happen to her...and for that, she yelled out as she slammed the bat hard down into the woman's cranium, leaving a sickening thud of flesh collapsing and blood splattering. But the damage was done...eventually, the player that was bitten eventually passed out and then died from blood loss within a minute, even with the EMTs' help, before he, too, would come back and bite into the medical professionals. And so a chain reaction started, and Shelley and herteammates were now about to be trapped! She commanded the stands to evacuate via a megaphone from the dug-out, before yelled the same for her team to run to the bus that they had used to get there from the airport, but she lost her team and the coach she had been assisting on the way, one-by-one, until only she and one player remained. Even he wouldn't last long, as he was one afflicted with asthma and had forgotten his inhaler back at the stadium. Eventually, he died of asphyxiation from being unable to breathe, and to add to the terror, the bus they had used to get there was gone! It was either hi-jacked, or the driver left them as soon as the chaos started. Desperate and not knowing where to go, she told the last player to try and stay calm and stay where he was while she looked for someway for them to leave. Not a few steps into the street, a car had blindsided her and ending up crashing into her from the right, thankfully she was at an angle where only her right arm and shoulder impacted the car as she fell onto the ground. Huffing as she writhed in pain a bit while slowly climbing to a stand, she kicked the car out of frustration before slowly making her way forward again, her left arm using the bat she held to keep her right arm from moving. No doubt about it, it was broken, and her right leg hurt badly but not broken...every step made her tense from her bodily movement. Then she heard something, something from behind her, and to see it she made the effort to slowly turn to look over her shoulder. Her cinnabar-colored eyes only widened and tears streamed down her face as she saw the player she told to stay behind to keep him from getting hurt not only surrounded, but he was being bitten into. Had it not been for the number of the infected people encroaching closer towards him from all of his yelling, she would've tried to save him...but the sheer numbers and the fact he was using what was left of his energy to yell at her to leave him, for her to save herself. Tearfully, she started to limp away from the gore and tried to avoid others, eventually leaving the hot zone. When it was safe, she got a couple rectangular plates of wood and tore her uniform into a thick strip and tied it around securely to splint it, something she had to learn in basic health as a prerequisite for assisting in coaching. With tears in her eyes, she quickly ran a couple that were leaving the area in their car and was taken in, and they drove out of the city...
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Days, weeks, months..years, it all didn't matter to Shelley as she made her way across the barren deadlands that once was the United States, passing the remnants of a society once held firm by simple strings called the government, strings that had long since been forcefully cut by some sort of biological horror. The dead lay, and the living struggle, the latter she was a part of. Walking amidst the dead wasteland, she held her battered aluminum bat in her left hand in front of her as she slowly tread across the deserted streets, fields, and floors of various locations in search of life, civilization, and hope...and help, of course. With a pair of aviator's shades in conjunction with her baseball cap and her right arm situated in a makeshift splint-cast to keep it from moving around, she continued her travels. Everyday, if her arm wasn't messed-up, she preferred to ride her motorcycle to get around, missing it already.