Post by artemis on Aug 7, 2013 7:11:23 GMT
Name: Artemis Hagen
Alias: The Fox
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction: Survivor
Role: Mercenary
Location: Silver Lake
Physical Description: Wavy, long black hair. Over her left eye is a green streak, which is a bit parted from her other hair. It's well kept, clearly washed weekly, which is more than most survivors would care to do so. She's rather skinny, and a bit short.
Personality: She's largely the silent type, but will communicate when necessary. She gets driven by vengeance most of the time if something bad happens to someone she loves.
Alignment: She's a mercenary, but will step outside of what her job requires if she feels it completely unjust.
Dislikes: Bloaters and Clickers. They creep her out. She especially dislikes arachnids though; scorpions, crabs and lobsters, spiders- anything with a lot of legs.
Strengths: Fast and good with a bow. She's decent with a gun, but archery is her outstanding trait.
Weaknesses: Frail. It would take a blunt hit to have her down to the ground.
History and Background: Born in a small town in the state of Maine, she, her mom, and her dad were a close family. She was born during the infection, 8 years after it had started. Her town was subject to gang takeover and they were forced to flee. They eventually came to the Boston QZ, after about two months of travel. Her mother got infected during their travels, and was killed by the soldiers in the zone. The soldiers decided it best to try ad kill her father and Artemis as well, but they fled away to New York, a formerly grande city. It was horribly destroyed and infected. They made their way through it, but alas, Artemis' father fell victim to a lone bloater, which allowed her to use a bow for the first time, starting her love and affinity with archery.She travelled alone for a while, until finally settling in silver lake, which reminded her of photos of Maine, her home state, before the infection.
Arsenal: A bow and a quiver of 14 arrows. She also has a carving knife sheathed on her waist, hanging out over her right leg.
Equipment: Wears a hoodie most of the time, as she likes to try and stay covered. She hasn't much in the way of protective clothing.
Roleplay Example: I'll try my best at doing a post in the life of Artemis.
Artemis: ties a sack of ash to her arrow, meant to mark a trail when it hit the deer. She launched the arrow, hitting it in its hind legs. She chased it, as it tried to limp away into the forest. She got the high ground, drawing back another arrow and firing into the body of the poor doe. She climbed down and walked towards it. She pulled out a very large carving knife, and slashes it once, putting an end to its suffering. Life had become pretty robotic at this point, rinse and repeat every day and taking out infected every so often. Silver Lake had started to barely rebuild itself, but even so it was a weak community. There wasn't any more cannibalism, but food was still a bit scarce.
She dragged the deer back to the town, blood trail eventually coming to a stop as the wound started to heal a bit. Within an hour she was home again, and set the deer up near the fireplace to cook. The cordyceps were still a threat, but not very much so in her community. She was lucky for that. The last time someone in Silver Lake got infected was...what, a month and a half ago? She walked upstairs and got out her journal.
Date: uh...well, I don't keep track. Entry no #42.
Deardiary Dad,
Today I killed three rabbits (couldn't recover the bodies though, had no time when I saw the 'prized buck' as you'd say) and a deer, which went down surprisingly easy. I wish you coulda been there.
Love, Arty.
tears streamed down her face as she goes back to that painful day. Dad ran towards the bloater, pulling out his lead pipe, smashed it twice, and then with a sickening crunch, he is hit in the ribs. The bloater throws one of its bomb-like fungus weapon, hitting him on the ground. Artemis fell back in shock as the life left his eyes, leaving her alone. First mom, now dad.
No.
She picked up her bow, suddenly completely calm. As the bloater threw another of the bombs, it doesn't go far enough and once again hits her dads broken corpse. She notches an arrow. Fires. She repeats this. Finally, she pulls out her third arrow, and nails it in the head. The bloater fell to the ground, dead.
Extras: Nothing to note. Arachnophobia already stated, paranoid, and rather frail.
Player Name: Artemis Hagen
Age: 13
Roleplay Experience: I have 4000+ posts on another forum, Narutobase, and have been doing it since November. I don't want to call myself particularly good at it, but I've been doing it for a while.
How you found out our forum: I google searched it, after finally beating the game and wanting to roleplay in its universe.
Alias: The Fox
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction: Survivor
Role: Mercenary
Location: Silver Lake
Physical Description: Wavy, long black hair. Over her left eye is a green streak, which is a bit parted from her other hair. It's well kept, clearly washed weekly, which is more than most survivors would care to do so. She's rather skinny, and a bit short.
Personality: She's largely the silent type, but will communicate when necessary. She gets driven by vengeance most of the time if something bad happens to someone she loves.
Alignment: She's a mercenary, but will step outside of what her job requires if she feels it completely unjust.
Dislikes: Bloaters and Clickers. They creep her out. She especially dislikes arachnids though; scorpions, crabs and lobsters, spiders- anything with a lot of legs.
Strengths: Fast and good with a bow. She's decent with a gun, but archery is her outstanding trait.
Weaknesses: Frail. It would take a blunt hit to have her down to the ground.
History and Background: Born in a small town in the state of Maine, she, her mom, and her dad were a close family. She was born during the infection, 8 years after it had started. Her town was subject to gang takeover and they were forced to flee. They eventually came to the Boston QZ, after about two months of travel. Her mother got infected during their travels, and was killed by the soldiers in the zone. The soldiers decided it best to try ad kill her father and Artemis as well, but they fled away to New York, a formerly grande city. It was horribly destroyed and infected. They made their way through it, but alas, Artemis' father fell victim to a lone bloater, which allowed her to use a bow for the first time, starting her love and affinity with archery.She travelled alone for a while, until finally settling in silver lake, which reminded her of photos of Maine, her home state, before the infection.
Arsenal: A bow and a quiver of 14 arrows. She also has a carving knife sheathed on her waist, hanging out over her right leg.
Equipment: Wears a hoodie most of the time, as she likes to try and stay covered. She hasn't much in the way of protective clothing.
Roleplay Example: I'll try my best at doing a post in the life of Artemis.
Artemis: ties a sack of ash to her arrow, meant to mark a trail when it hit the deer. She launched the arrow, hitting it in its hind legs. She chased it, as it tried to limp away into the forest. She got the high ground, drawing back another arrow and firing into the body of the poor doe. She climbed down and walked towards it. She pulled out a very large carving knife, and slashes it once, putting an end to its suffering. Life had become pretty robotic at this point, rinse and repeat every day and taking out infected every so often. Silver Lake had started to barely rebuild itself, but even so it was a weak community. There wasn't any more cannibalism, but food was still a bit scarce.
She dragged the deer back to the town, blood trail eventually coming to a stop as the wound started to heal a bit. Within an hour she was home again, and set the deer up near the fireplace to cook. The cordyceps were still a threat, but not very much so in her community. She was lucky for that. The last time someone in Silver Lake got infected was...what, a month and a half ago? She walked upstairs and got out her journal.
Date: uh...well, I don't keep track. Entry no #42.
Dear
Today I killed three rabbits (couldn't recover the bodies though, had no time when I saw the 'prized buck' as you'd say) and a deer, which went down surprisingly easy. I wish you coulda been there.
Love, Arty.
tears streamed down her face as she goes back to that painful day. Dad ran towards the bloater, pulling out his lead pipe, smashed it twice, and then with a sickening crunch, he is hit in the ribs. The bloater throws one of its bomb-like fungus weapon, hitting him on the ground. Artemis fell back in shock as the life left his eyes, leaving her alone. First mom, now dad.
No.
She picked up her bow, suddenly completely calm. As the bloater threw another of the bombs, it doesn't go far enough and once again hits her dads broken corpse. She notches an arrow. Fires. She repeats this. Finally, she pulls out her third arrow, and nails it in the head. The bloater fell to the ground, dead.
Extras: Nothing to note. Arachnophobia already stated, paranoid, and rather frail.
Player Name: Artemis Hagen
Age: 13
Roleplay Experience: I have 4000+ posts on another forum, Narutobase, and have been doing it since November. I don't want to call myself particularly good at it, but I've been doing it for a while.
How you found out our forum: I google searched it, after finally beating the game and wanting to roleplay in its universe.