Post by Victoria Foster on Jul 9, 2013 5:43:46 GMT
Name: Victoria Mackenzie Foster
Alias: Vic, Texas
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Faction: Survivor
Location: Outskirts/Wandering
Physical Description:
Victoria is tall at 5’9. She has blonde hair that stops past her shoulders. Her eyes are green. She has a scar on her shoulder from the bullet and her skin is tan from being out in the sun so long. She has a black jacket, white tank top and hiking boots. She’s worn them since the 1st day.
Personality: Victoria doesn’t speak very much and normally keeps to herself. It takes her awhile to warm up to someone and trust them. She hates the Government with a passion, after that they did to her father and uncle. She was raised with “Southern Hospitality” and is very polite. She calls authority figures “Sir" and “Ma’am.” She is very kind and hates to see anyone in pain and will do everything she can to help them. Victoria is brave, willing to put her life on the line for people who are close to her, and strangers who’s lives are being threatened. She’s very protective and you hurt someone she knows, be prepared for a firestorm. Her vengeful streak runs deep, and she won’t stop until you’re dead. She’s less vengeful with people she knows, but she won’t fully trust you again. She is plagued by nightmares about her father and uncle dying and what she’s seen and had to do since then. They leave her drained and shaken in the morning. Not that anyone knows. Victoria hates being treated like a child, and she's very stubborn. If given the choice, Victoria would be hunting government officials. Zombies are the next best thing.
Alignment: Good
Likes: -Hunting -The rain -Reading -Quiet -Feeling safe
Dislikes: -Zombies -Seeing anyone hurt or in pain -Her nightmares -Liars -The Government
Strengths: -Good with a gun -Fast runner -Knowledgeable
Weaknesses: -Isn’t very strong -Vengeful -Her temper
History and Background:
Victoria grew up in a suburb/rural area of Leon Valley, outside of San Antonio, Texas. Her mother died when Victoria was young, so her father was the world to her. Her childhood was a relatively normal one, despite her mother’s absence. Her father worked as night watchman with whoever hired him. He worked on the late shift, and Victoria wouldn’t see him alot. Father’s Days were the best. They went out for ice-cream and baseball, which her father loved but Victoria didn’t understand, nor did she want to. But she went along with it anyway. Her aunt and uncle lived further away in Hunt, Texas. The two of them would visit often. Victoria had a mother figure and her father got to see his brother. Victoria’s father taught her how to shoot. He said she needed to know how to defend herself. In high school, Victoria was somewhere in the middle. Not popular, but not a loner either. She excelled in Sports, eventually joining a Track and Field team. The rest of high school was a blur of homework, making friends, and going to competitions with her team. At her graduation her father was probably the proudest parent here. And Victoria could swear she saw her mother sitting in the audience.
All over, she was sheltered from news of epidemic. Until the neighbors started acting weird that morning. She received a phone call from her uncle. He had just killed his wife. She had been acting strangely all day, and then she attacked him. Reluctantly, he put her out of her misery. He had known about epidemic, and it had finally reached Texas. Victoria rushed to find her father, getting as far as the front yard until her father staggered out, holding his gun. His clothes were blood stained. He had just shot the neighbor’s son, Ted. Victoria was horrified. Her father told her people were getting sick and they needed to leave. They escaped by car, meeting up with her uncle near Comfort, Texas. The military had set up checkpoints. The man in the Jeep ahead of them was shot point blank for displaying the symptoms. Her uncle quickly exited the car, fearing for his life. He’d been bit by his wife. Victoria’s father hurried after him and Victoria followed. But they were caught. The guard raised his rifle and his uncle raised his arm, sacrificing himself. “He’s been bit!” One shot. Her uncle died. A shriek ripped from Victoria’s throat. The man swung his rifle toward her, thinking she was infected. Her father stepped in front. “Please...she’s my only daughter.” The man paused and radioed in. “Civilians attempting to leave checkpoint.” A pause. Victoria could barely hear the chatter. “If he’s infected they’re all infected.” A halo of bullets flew, riddling her father’s chest and nicking Victoria’s shoulder. The solider turned to her, but she was mercifully saved by one of the zombies who had managed to get out of the car in the check-point line. Scared out of her wits, Victoria grabbed her father’s gun and ran. Victoria patched up her shoulder at an abandoned gas station’s first aid. And she kept running. God was on her side again, because she came across a family of survivors after a week of being on her own. They protected and helped each other, on the run for 5 months. When their own child was killed by a zombie on a supply run, Victoria’s “family” left. She has not seen them since and is trying to survive on her own. She hopes to find a convoy to join.
Arsenal: Her father’s .38 pistol
Equipment: A empty backpack save for a box of ammo and a holster hooked to her side that she snagged off a dead solider.
Roleplay Example:
Victoria burst from the trees, risking a glance behind her. The zombie had been chasing her was gone. After being the darkened forest, the openness of the fields nearly blinded her. Victoria's breaths came in shallow gasps as she bent over. Finally, her eyes lifted the muddy ground to a house beyond. Her heart buoyed with hope. More supplies could be in there. She carefully hopped the fence, and continued toward it, her eyes darting for any signs of the house's previous inhabitants. She shielded her eyes as she walked, one hand clutching her arm. The blood from her gash is what probably attracted the thing in the first place, Victoria thought, squeezing her fingers tighter around the wound. Her holster swung awkwardly at her side, but the gun was out of bullets. She’d used the last of it to kill the zombie. She stumbled across the flat expanse, praying that the farmer had been one of those gun-toting crazy ones.
If I was still in Texas, there would be plenty, she thought, a grin flashing her face. But she was so far from Texas, she didn't even know where she was. Victoria allowed her mind to wander. Georgia? She was pretty sure it was.
Extras: Her Texan accent is pretty thick.
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