Post by Kaylee Price on Jul 15, 2013 1:43:43 GMT
Name: Kaylee T. Price
Alias: Kaylee
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction: Survivor
Role: Rancher
Location: Jackson County
Physical Description: Tall and lithe, Kaylee stands at 5'9 and carries herself well. She has long, wavy brunette hair along with piercingly blue eyes. While definitely being pretty, her features are more angular and pointed. Kaylee can normally be seen in gear like you'd expect on a ranch, with jeans and a button up shirt, along with her hat and rifle, and has never seen or worn fancy clothes.
Personality:
Perhaps best described as a 'tough chick', Kaylee has grown up in a world filled with infected, hunters, and every other unsavory thing you can imagine. She's adapted to that life and doesn't take crap from anyone or anything. She likes to think she can take care of herself, and normally can do just that. She goes through life thinking she can take care of herself. As a survivor, she does what she has to in order to survive, and has killed both infected and hunters that have tried to invade both the ranch and the dam. While at one time it might have been shocking to do so, and though she still doesn't enjoy killing, she does so because it's necessity.
With the background that she's grown up in, it's no wonder that Kaylee has a lack of tact. While it can get her in trouble at times, she normally speaks her mind and doesn't have a problem telling it like it is. Still, despite the chaos she was raised in, Kaylee follows rules, realizing that doing the opposite can easily get a person killed. She hasn't lost her sense of humanity however. Kaylee thinks of the other survivors in Jackson County as somewhat of a family and works alongside them to ensure their little place not only survives, but thrives. She works hard to contribute to the place, doing her part. Kaylee is often ready to help out other people when in need, especially those that can't so easily take care of themselves.
All in all, she's a woman that was molded by the nature of the world as it's become, never seeing things as they were before and merely dreams about what life must have been like. A survivor to the end, she'll do what she has to in order to survive while hoping for a better world to live in.
Alignment: Good
Likes: Horses, quiet, the future
Dislikes: Infected, hunters, the past
Strengths:
- Cowsense - Having worked around animals and a ranch nearly her entire life, Kaylee understands animals and works well with them.
- Hunting - Kaylee's weapon of choice is a hunting rifle, that she normally keeps in a scabbard in her saddle. Growing up in a harsh world such as she has hardened her, and she wields her rifle with ease.
- Tough - Along with her skill at hunting is her toughness. She grew up in a harsh environment and it can be seen in how she takes care of herself. She doesn't rely on someone to take care of her, and while she fights for all the survivors in Jackson County, she isn't shy on taking care of any business, hunters, or infected she needs to when it comes up.
Weaknesses:
Finesse/tact - Her temperament and tougher personality definitely get the better of her when she's in delicate situations.
Communication - While the experiences in life haven't left her quite so quiet as her older brother, Kaylee has definitely lost some of the communication skills she might have gained if she hadn't been through as much as she has.
Technology - What is it? Having lived in a world virtually away from most advances in the world, Kaylee isn't so good with technology and doesn't trust it the best whenever she is around it.
History and Background:Kaylee's mother was pregnant with her when the infection broke out, and was unable to get the medical help she needed. Because of all the sick residing in the hospitals and unable to allow the possibility of his wife getting sick as well, Kaylee was delivered by her own father at the house on their own property. The third child of the family, she was proceeded by two elder brothers. Kaylee knew nothing of the way things were before, though her older brother by six years told her some different things about what it was like.
for the first few years life wasn't that bad. Hunkered down in their property, the Price family survived in relative safety due mainly because of her fathers inability to allow harm to come to his family. His cowhands were instructed to not go into town, and nobody left the ranch aside from working the cows. The house became a fortress built up more and more by her father, so that by the time Kaylee had her first memories, the place was one worthy of a small war. She was taught education by her mother, and could sit a horse as long as she could remember. Along the years there were plenty of times Kaylee could hear the clicks and screams of the infected pounding on the doors - even some neighbors that had turned.
Disaster for the family didn't strike until Kaylee was five years old. Her brother had wandered off that summer and had been preyed upon by infected. Kaylee's family suffered greatly at the loss of the middle boy. Nothing was the same after that. Kaylee could remember periods of time where her mother would alternate between sobbing and silently staring off into the distance. While she eventually returned to being a mother, a hollow look sunk to her eyes that would never leave until her own death two years later, at the hands of scavenging hunters.
Her father went nearly crazy after his wife passed. Gone was the father they had known, replaced by a hardened man that would spend hours and hours teaching them to shoot every weapon he could get his hands on. Hard work was never an option, and the two remaining children pulled their own with keeping the ranch up. Years passed with their merely surviving, until she was thirteen years old. Her and her brother were home, but their father wasn't there by the time he should have been. Not allowing his sister to come with, her brother - six years older - took his gelding out and returned home five hours later, their father draped over his saddle - still alive. He'd been holding off a swarm of infected, holed up in a line cabin when her brother had found him. Gabe had sat back and sniped the attacking infected, but not before some got inside. By the time he had gotten to his father, he was unconscious, having fallen in a struggle and knocked his head.
Gabe brought him back to the ranch, only for Kaylee to find the tell tale bite mark on his wrist. While Gabe knew his duty, Kaylee begged him to wait and see, to which he reluctantly agreed, but also tied him to the headboard of the bed - not taking any chances. The next morning when Kaylee tried to interact with him, he tried attacking her - Gabe shooting his own father at the age of nineteen to protect his sister. That day they took him to bury alongside the rest of their family, Kaylee keeping them covered while Gabe dug the grave.
They've never spoken about that since the day, instead throwing themselves into the upkeep of the ranch as best they could. Kaylee worried about her brother, watching as he worked himself nearly to death while attempting to forget what he'd had to do. It was two years later that he got attacked by a group of hunters roaming the area. Kaylee, having been riding out to meet him and help him repair fence, flanked them and helped to cut them down - but he was injured in the process. Kaylee tied him to his gelding and ponied him back to the ranch to help him recover.. For the weeks he was sick, she took care of him, as well as holding off a few attacking bands of hunters, and various infected, trying to maintain the ranch as well. After his recovery, Kaylee was attacked off her mare by a cougar, and while she killed him, the wounds caused her body to be overcome with fever - one that her brother braved the town to find medicine for her.
Some time later there was talk of rebuilding the dam that had been associated with Jackson County. While a bit skeptical, they pitched in to help, over the years the ranch has once again been used for feeding multiple people. Kaylee was surprised how easy it was to build the herd with others to help them. Twelve years later, their ranch has been reworked and built back up nearly to its former glory. Here they keep, breed, and train horses for the use of the community as well as work cattle for the main source of food for the families of Jackson County. Here people not only survive, but thrive while a secret is kept safe.
Arsenal:
- Hunting Rifle
- 9mm Pistol
- Shiv
Equipment:
- Tack
- Cash
- Mothers necklace
Roleplay Example:
With a pat that rang over the still of the morning air, Kaylee flattened the saddle pad one more time before stooping to pick up the saddle from its place at her feet. With a clean motion of a routine she'd done thousands of times in the past, Kaylee let the saddle drop onto the back of the gelding and inched it back to ensure it was in the proper position. While she completed tacking up her horse, she hummed under her breath, easily catching the cinch in her hand and cinching the saddle tight. "Think we'll find those strays Bill was telling us about?", she asked to her gelding, simply getting a snort in response. Taking that as a cue to continue, she retreated to where she's leaned her rifle, picked it up and returned to slide it easily into her scabbard. "Probably wandered off to the southern end again, you know how they like to be. But we'll chase 'em out of there, won't we Maverick." Tapping at the butt of the gun to place it further inside the sheath, she picked up her reins, stuck her left foot in the stirrup and swung aboard.
Once she was settled, the brunette gathered her reins once more before clicking between her teeth. While the gelding started in response, she felt the muscles contract to show off the power beneath his tawny coat. Hell of a horse, Maverick was. Hell of a horse. Relaxing and sitting deep in the saddle, she was content to simply scan the surroundings while they loped through the grasses, her hand resting on her hip while her left held her reins. Hell of a day, with the sunrise blossoming on the horizon and the birds chirping around them. Could almost make someone think they weren't in the hell hole they were - though she undoubtedly had it better than most. She'd heard from a few people what life was like in those cities, and from what she had seen, it wasn't any sort of pleasant. "Sure isn't for us.", she mentioned softly to her horse. Perhaps she needed to start going to more of those gatherings Tommy liked to put on, she had started talking to Maverick an awful lot lately. Well, she could think about that later.
It was hours later that she finally found what she had been looking for. Easing back on the reins and pulling her gelding up, Kaylee peered at what remained of a cow that had been killed...recently. "Shit.", she muttered, dismounting in a graceful motion. Pulling her rifle back out from its resting place, she got to the cow and crouched down to look at it. Messy job, whoever had been butchering the poor beast. Restlessly she glanced around, before her eyes settled on the markings around the cow. They hadn't been trying to cover their tracks. Had they wanted her to know it'd been humans? Or were they just that stupid? If it was her call, she would go with the later, thinking any hunter so unintelligent he wouldn't know what the hell covering his tracks was. But if they were hungry enough to go after her cows, they were hungry enough for a taste of horseflesh too - and Maverick was by far her best mount. Taking his reins, she led him toward the underbrush and retreated back to where the dead cow was, leaving her mount ground tied on the possibility someone might find him tied and kill him. She knew how hunters worked. Filthy scavengers, they were so bad at surviving they would turn to nearly anything in order to stay alive.
Skirting back around, she looked for footprints to show her where they might have gone. There were footprints, what she eventually sorted out as three sets. Three wasn't so bad, she could deal with that. It was at that moment she heard a noise that alerted her. Crouching down, she cradled her rifle in her hands and scanned through the underbrush. "Hell, man...let's just get that meat and get outta here!" "You know I'd fucking like to, but we can't take chances here." Just like she'd thought, way too dumb to keep themselves hidden. With narrowed eyes, she picked out three distinct voices while they walked past her to approach where she knew the carcass was. Damned if she'd let them have any of their beef. Easily starting forward, she did so without a sound, stalking them while they noisily tromped along. Idiots. How they'd avoided being cougar meat or breakfast for an infected was beyond her. While the one crouched down to continue his messy job of butchering the cow, Kaylee lifted her rifle and sighted down the barrel, gently squeezing the trigger to feel it buck in her hands - her bullet doing it's job and dropping the target without so much as a moment of hesitation.
Instantly Kaylee grabbed the bolt and snapped it back to reload her shot while she moved to the right and away from her point of initial attack. Still cradling her rifle, she kept her finger on the trigger and waited for an opportunity to present itself while she waited - and soon enough it did. One of the men that were left darted across a small opening. Hardly taking a moment to aim, Kaylee squeezed off another shot and watched as the man fell back with a scream to flop across the ground in pain. A brief round of cursing told her the general location of the third man while she continued to skirt around the underbrush. Minutes later the screams had subsided and the man lay back - dead or soon to be. One more left. With her heart pounding, Kaylee finally hunkered down to wait the third man out, though for the moment the area seemed to be silent.
She was alerted in the last second of the disturbance behind her. Throwing herself to the left, Kaylee caught the blow intended for her head in the shoulder, grunting in pain. Twisting her body from where she'd landed and realizing she had dropped her rifle, Kaylee lipped out her handgun from where she'd had it in a holster at her hip and went to shoot - having that knocked out of her grasp by a body that plowed against her. "Damn it," she hissed out between her teeth, scrambling back for a weapon of any kind while the man bellowed in anger and made her way toward her. In her dash to get away, her hand settled on the familiar feel of her rifle. Desperately grasping it, she was in time lifting it to slam the barrel into the belly of the man and pull the trigger. The scream turned to a gurgle while he fell forward and on top of her. Groaning in her disgust, Kaylee shoved the body off her and shakily stood, retrieving her handgun from where it had fallen. Her shoulder smarted, damn it all. Glowering at the body, she pressed a hand to her shoulder to massage around it. "Should have left my damn cow alone."
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