Post by Faith Rookley on Aug 4, 2013 19:19:44 GMT
Name: Faith Rookley
Alias: Rook
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Faction: Survivor
Role:Mercenary
Location: Salt Lake City
Physical Description: At 5’8, Rook is fairly tall and her lithe, graceful gait accentuates her slim physique. Once long and flowing, her dirty blonde hair has been sheared and now sits short and unkempt upon her head, with a long fringe that helps to hide her face. Her sky-blue eyes, still bright and full of hope, are a stark contrast against her taut, pale skin. The multiple tattoos that plaster her body are a constant reminder of happier times, times before the outbreak, while her unsightly scars serve as both a warning to others and a source of pride for Rook. She wears a thick grey winter jacket with a hood that is always up, shadowing her once-pretty face. A black and white chequered scarf wraps itself around her neck, and when Rook is travelling she often pulls it up to cover the lower half of her face, so that only her eyes are visible. Black skinny jeans hug her long legs, and she wears old, scuffed steel-toed boots to protect her feet.
Personality:As a child, Rook was always joyful and full of excitement, but the years of pain, tragedy and loss have taken their toll on her. Happiness has been replaced by the constant angst of where she will find her next meal, or if she will even live to see another day. Rook has been travelling alone since her baby sister was killed by Hunters, and as a result her communication skills have suffered. She is uncomfortable around strangers and her caution of others has prevented her from developing new relationships. She doesn’t like to show her emotions and always remains apathetic towards others.
Alignment: Neutral/Bad (While Rook does not go out of her way to be overtly cruel to others, as a mercenary she is hired by factions to do their dirty work, and this often involves tasks like murder or theft).
Likes: There are few things Rook is fond of, but silence is one of them. She has grown accustomed to the terrifying sounds of the world around her, not just from infected but from hunters too, so any moments of peace are a blessing to her. She enjoys being in the wilderness, surrounded by nature, but her job as a mercenary means she rarely ventures out of cities. Rook feels a certain affinity with animals and has always preferred their company over humans’, but decided long ago that travelling alone was safer than with any companions, human or animal.
Dislikes: Other people – Rook is an introvert and does not like to be around others. She views relying on other people as a weakness and since her elder sister was murdered she finds it impossible to trust anyone. She doesn’t like big cities but due to the nature of her job she can usually be found in one.
Strengths: Her independence allows her to keep herself safe without having to rely on others – something Rook has always considered an advantage. She is intelligent and always thinks carefully before making a decision, because she knows the consequences and effects of any choice can be huge. As a mercenary she is willing to do anyone’s dirty work as long as the price is right, and she doesn’t let fear stop her from taking any job. She is determined and once she has set her mind to something, her stubbornness prevents her from giving up until the job is done (as long as no one else is offering a higher price for her services).
Weaknesses: Although Rook would consider her independence to be an advantage, her solitary life has its downsides and her poor social skills have compromised her safety more than once. She cannot trust anyone and is hostile to strangers, and as a result she is treated as an outsider wherever she goes. Once a kind and loving person, that side of Rook is long dead, and the horrific world around her has turned her selfish and uncaring. As a mercenary she fights for whoever is willing to pay the most, and the few friends that Rook once had are long gone due to her fickle nature. She has often been called untrustworthy and unreliable, and Rook has done many things in her life she is not proud of. Throughout the years she has been approached by many in need, but Rook does not offer help for free and without payment she has always turned her back on those weaker than herself.
History and Background:Rook was born and raised in a rural village in England and moved to the United States when she was thirteen. With an older brother and a younger sister, Rook was the middle child and often felt out of place in her household. Her mother was a paediatrician and was a loving, giving woman who doted on her children, but with such a stressful job and an infant in the house, Rook always felt she was pushed aside by her mother. Her father was a masculine man who enjoyed teaching Rook to hunt and fish, but had trouble finding work after moving to the US, and often slipped in and out of depression. When the outbreak began, Rook’s parents were killed in front of her by the military and her brother was attacked by a Runner whilst packing the car for Rook and their sister. Rook was saved when a group of men shot the infected around her and offered to take her in. Rook, in a state of shock, accepted their invitation and took her sister with her. She stayed with them for months and felt safe in their company, but the men she had come to think of as brothers began to change, and after they attempted to rape her, she tried to flee but her sister was murdered before they got away. In that moment Rook’s entire personality changed, and the loving, trusting side of her was gone forever. She vowed to stay alive long enough to hunt down each of the men who had taken what mattered most to her in the world.
Arsenal: Rook carries a Colt semi-automatic handgun given to her by her father before he died, but finding ammunition is a constant issue. For melee use she carries a hunting knife, which she tucks into the waistline of her jeans, and a screwdriver that is hidden in her right sock.
Equipment: Rook prefers to travel as lightly as possible and at any one time she normally only carries what she needs to survive for a few days. Inside her backpack she keeps scavenged food, water, any ammunition she might have been able to find lying around, makeshift melee weapons such as knives, a lighter, and her baby sister’s bracelet that she wore when she was murdered.
Roleplay Example:
The bright midsummer light crept into the shack early that morning, illuminating one side of the stained walls and dilapidated furniture, while the other remained hidden in shadow. On the floor a figure stirred weakly, and after a moment of silence, a hand moved out from under a blanket. It grasped something sharp – a knife, and suddenly the figure sat up. Olive green eyes surveyed the small room, wary and alert, and the figure drew the knife closer to its body. A heartbeat became audible over the silence of the shack, rapid and heavy, as the figure got to its feet.
Light hit the figure, revealing the face of a young woman. She was no older than eighteen, nineteen at most, but her taut skin and dead eyes added twenty years to her appearance. She crossed the room silently and crouched next to the murky window, before cautiously peering out.
Towering oak trees surrounded the shack, and the forest floor, which was littered with decaying leaves, was hidden in shadow. The woman held her breath as she watched and waited for any sign of life outside. It looked clear, but she had made that mistake too many times to be so naïve, so she sat there for another five, ten, fifteen minutes to make sure.
Finally, after it felt like she had been waiting an eternity, the woman got to her feet and turned away from the window. Just as she did, a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye, and she spun around, her eyes focused and her ears on alert. She darted to the wall and stood with her back against it, eyeing the forest anxiously. Amongst the shadows of the trees, an infected was lurking, heading nowhere in particular. It was an odd scene, the woman thought – such a horrific mistake of nature did not belong in the beautiful, idyllic forest she had begun to call home. She watched as it lumbered along, both fascinated and disgusted by its hideous appearance, and before long she realised anger had begun to rise inside her. Simmering and easily repressible at first, it soon started to grow into a fearsome rage, and the woman realised just how much she hated the thing standing in front of her. It was looking for something – anything at all – to kill, just because it could. There was no reason for its existence, it merely wanted to destroy lives and then move on and destroy some more. Those monsters were the reason she was sat there in that shack at that moment, completely alone and struggling to live a life that was barely worth living. They had taken everything from her, and even though she knew she couldn’t do the same to it, slaughtering it might make her feel a hell of a lot better. She didn’t know why the feeling had come now, and she knew what she was about to do was a bad idea, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Gripping the hunting knife tightly in her hand, she slipped on her boots and silently opened the door to the shack. The infected monster outside had not yet seen her, and she dropped to a crouch to avoid being heard. Moving silently between the trees, she followed her quarry with ease, but with each passing second it became harder to restrain her anger, and soon she was moving faster and louder than she knew was safe. It didn’t take long for the infected to hear her, and it spun around, a deafening screech escaping its mouth. It took less than a second for it to jolt into a run, and before the woman knew what was happening, the thing was sprinting towards her menacingly.
A smile appeared on her face as she drew her knife back and waited for the right moment to strike. When it appeared, she plunged the knife into the monster’s head, right up to its hilt, and stared as the creature stood motionless for a moment, before dropping lifelessly to the ground. She let her knife fall with it, and a sick pleasure soon took the place of the anger as she watched it lying there amongst the leaves. Blood began to seep from the wound, painting the forest floor a deep crimson colour.
After a few minutes, the pleasure began to dissipate, and the woman dropped to her knees to pick up the knife. As she did so, she felt tears stinging her eyes, and she let them trickle down her face.
This is what life has become, she thought to herself, shaking her head. This is what I’ve become. A monster, maybe not as horrific as this thing lying on the ground, but still a monster.
Extras: Nothing I can think of.
Player Name: Hannah
Age: 19
Roleplay Experience: I have been roleplaying on Proboards forums for years, since I was 13 or 14. Most of my roleplay experience involves wolves or horses but I did participate in a gangster RP forum years ago. I’ve been wanted to do a post-apocalyptic RP for quite some time now but never really found one that was interesting.
How you found out our forum:I was on the Proboards main board looking at the advertising roleplaying boards and this one caught my attention.