Post by Krissy on Sept 23, 2013 4:34:03 GMT
Name: Vivienne Aimee Case
Alias:Vivi
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Faction: Survivor
Role: Mechanic
Location: Salt Lake City
Physical Description:
Despite her girly name, she is nothing but. Her flaming, curly red hair is always up in it's designated pony tail. Her eyes were a hardened blue with flecks of green. Her skin is of pale coloring from her irish decent. Standing at 4'11, she is typically the shortest one in the group. Her tomboyish attitude always makes it harder for her to have relationships with men as the typical woman role still exists.
Personality:
Vivienne often finds herself in difficult situations as she is assertive and blunt. She thrives for the unexpected and is always looking for an adrenaline rushes. If things are static for too long, her attention dwindles. She enjoys to stick by herself but is always friendly to everyone despite the current situation. Having her gaurd up at a time like this is the only way to survive
Since she has grown up with the CDI virus, her father taught her from a young age on how to hunt and discipline herself. Maintaining a cool exterior, you would never see her under stress or express much emotion. It was a flaw that Vivienne tried so hard to break. With more than recent events taking a toll on her, Vivienne is now starting to show cracks in her armor. Waking from nightmares, cold sweats and sometimes crying, Vivienne relives every waking and agonizing moment of the death of her long-term lover and best friend who was killed by an unexpecting group of runners.
Carring a horrible sense of heartbreak and survivor's guilt, Vivienne's reaction time isn't exactly the best since then. She has been improving in the last two years or so, havig been able to handle most situations that might trigger claustrophobic reaction. Working harder than she ever has before, Vivienne makes sure she is slowly coming out her shell that she created after the death of her love, Max. Thanks to friends and her love for adrenaline, Vivienne is learning to give a damn about something beyond just mere survival again.
Alignment: Good
Likes: The fall, the smell of food, Ripley
Dislikes:Murder, people
Strengths:Disciplined, keeps cool and knows how to lead.
Weaknesses: Her weaknesses would include dying alone/being alone, spiders, she is weary of trusting people and lack of patience.
History and Background:
She was young when the virus came. Only two at the time, her mother and father had come from a small farm in the rural area of Illinois. They had stayed there for a while, waiting until the government had disintegrated all together. Then it came time to go to the quarantine zones, in which that was when Vivienne was 7. She could rememebr the day clearly as she, her dog Ripley and her family made their way to the government inclosure. Her mother had been in the car waiting, getting the supplies ready to go to the zone however that was not what God had in store for their family. A runner ran up behind her, tearing a chunck of flesh and blood out of her neck. Vivienne watched in horror as she pounded on the window crying for mommy. She hadn't really known the horrors of the day until later on when she would call mommy but her father would come instead.
Years later, Vivienne at the age of 15, is in the quarantine zone. She still could remember her mother but it was a faint picture. Her father taught her everything she knew. He showed her how to properly hold a gun, how to hunt with a bow and what not to eat had they ever needed to escape. She wasn't good at everything. Her hand would quiver while holding a gun even now as she was 27. Which is why she always preferred the bow and arrow despite having to retrieve the arrows from killed infected. That was the worse part.
As Vivienne grew, so did Ripley. When he was a pup, she would make sure he had everything regardless if it took from her plate. He was her best friend and that's how it was going to stay until Max came along. She was 22 and meeting him was by chance. She knew she shouldn't have been outside of the zone however her father had connections and well, she got bored of the every day in and out of helping fix things. The excitement was the only thing that Vivienne strived for regardless of how many times her father had warned her.
She was hunting small game. She thought she had seen a gopher near the river that ran through Salt Lake City (The Great Salt Lake). It was starting to get dark and she didn't have much on her other than a flashlight, her gas mask and her bow and arrows. She had gone hunting in the area before hand and it didn't seem like there were many infected in the area. As she was hunting, she had heard branches crack under foot and Vivienne spun around and trained her bow and cocked arrow on the thing following her, being cautious.
Holding up his hands, one filled with the gopher she was chasing, he was grinning from ear to ear. After figuring out that he was safe, she took off without another thought to stay safe. At first, she refused to even speak to him and then finally, they astarted hunting on a regular basis together as he would always know when she would be out there. And the magic. Vivienne didn't believe anyone had ever lit up her world more than him. She made him meet her father and he approved.
The honeymoon lasted for a mere five years but Vivienne basked in the love. She would never know what a real relationship was but this was as close as she would get to it. And then the most devistating thing could happen. She knew it wasn't her fault, but Vivienne blamed herself. They were on a raid to get a car for someone in town who needed one and knew that it worked. The person wanting the car had to of known it was a set up. The car was ditched close to town but infested with infected. They hadn't known and they were surrounded. Max didn't have as many bullets has he anticipated and well, Vivienne barely shot the thing. The car wasn't too far to go and Vivienne booked it with Max, except Max never made it. He had been torn limb from limb in an attempt to get to Vivienne.
She was devestated, and not knowing what else to do, she drove the working car back to town to hide it where they had agreeded on.
Vivienne tumbled from the car and ran all the way home.
Two years later Vivienne is still coping with the death of her love and best friend. Of course, there was nothing more that she could do but she was determined to get back to atleast a semi-normal life. At least one with zombies in it. There was a rumor going around saying they found a cure or someone who could be a cure. Vivienne thought that it would best to set her sights on somethig and try her best to help.
Arsenal: She merely carries a bow and arrow, a dull knife she found and a pistol (just in case) and her German Shepard, Ripley.
Equipment: A small first aid kit, a canteen of water, gas mask, extra bullets, some water, stale bread, one can of beans, a small bag of jerky and Rations.
Roleplay Example:
Extras: N/A
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Player Name: Kristeen
Age: 22
Roleplay Experience: I have been roleplaying for a little under 10 years.
How you found out our forum: Google
Alias:Vivi
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Faction: Survivor
Role: Mechanic
Location: Salt Lake City
Physical Description:
Despite her girly name, she is nothing but. Her flaming, curly red hair is always up in it's designated pony tail. Her eyes were a hardened blue with flecks of green. Her skin is of pale coloring from her irish decent. Standing at 4'11, she is typically the shortest one in the group. Her tomboyish attitude always makes it harder for her to have relationships with men as the typical woman role still exists.
Personality:
Vivienne often finds herself in difficult situations as she is assertive and blunt. She thrives for the unexpected and is always looking for an adrenaline rushes. If things are static for too long, her attention dwindles. She enjoys to stick by herself but is always friendly to everyone despite the current situation. Having her gaurd up at a time like this is the only way to survive
Since she has grown up with the CDI virus, her father taught her from a young age on how to hunt and discipline herself. Maintaining a cool exterior, you would never see her under stress or express much emotion. It was a flaw that Vivienne tried so hard to break. With more than recent events taking a toll on her, Vivienne is now starting to show cracks in her armor. Waking from nightmares, cold sweats and sometimes crying, Vivienne relives every waking and agonizing moment of the death of her long-term lover and best friend who was killed by an unexpecting group of runners.
Carring a horrible sense of heartbreak and survivor's guilt, Vivienne's reaction time isn't exactly the best since then. She has been improving in the last two years or so, havig been able to handle most situations that might trigger claustrophobic reaction. Working harder than she ever has before, Vivienne makes sure she is slowly coming out her shell that she created after the death of her love, Max. Thanks to friends and her love for adrenaline, Vivienne is learning to give a damn about something beyond just mere survival again.
Alignment: Good
Likes: The fall, the smell of food, Ripley
Dislikes:Murder, people
Strengths:Disciplined, keeps cool and knows how to lead.
Weaknesses: Her weaknesses would include dying alone/being alone, spiders, she is weary of trusting people and lack of patience.
History and Background:
She was young when the virus came. Only two at the time, her mother and father had come from a small farm in the rural area of Illinois. They had stayed there for a while, waiting until the government had disintegrated all together. Then it came time to go to the quarantine zones, in which that was when Vivienne was 7. She could rememebr the day clearly as she, her dog Ripley and her family made their way to the government inclosure. Her mother had been in the car waiting, getting the supplies ready to go to the zone however that was not what God had in store for their family. A runner ran up behind her, tearing a chunck of flesh and blood out of her neck. Vivienne watched in horror as she pounded on the window crying for mommy. She hadn't really known the horrors of the day until later on when she would call mommy but her father would come instead.
Years later, Vivienne at the age of 15, is in the quarantine zone. She still could remember her mother but it was a faint picture. Her father taught her everything she knew. He showed her how to properly hold a gun, how to hunt with a bow and what not to eat had they ever needed to escape. She wasn't good at everything. Her hand would quiver while holding a gun even now as she was 27. Which is why she always preferred the bow and arrow despite having to retrieve the arrows from killed infected. That was the worse part.
As Vivienne grew, so did Ripley. When he was a pup, she would make sure he had everything regardless if it took from her plate. He was her best friend and that's how it was going to stay until Max came along. She was 22 and meeting him was by chance. She knew she shouldn't have been outside of the zone however her father had connections and well, she got bored of the every day in and out of helping fix things. The excitement was the only thing that Vivienne strived for regardless of how many times her father had warned her.
She was hunting small game. She thought she had seen a gopher near the river that ran through Salt Lake City (The Great Salt Lake). It was starting to get dark and she didn't have much on her other than a flashlight, her gas mask and her bow and arrows. She had gone hunting in the area before hand and it didn't seem like there were many infected in the area. As she was hunting, she had heard branches crack under foot and Vivienne spun around and trained her bow and cocked arrow on the thing following her, being cautious.
Holding up his hands, one filled with the gopher she was chasing, he was grinning from ear to ear. After figuring out that he was safe, she took off without another thought to stay safe. At first, she refused to even speak to him and then finally, they astarted hunting on a regular basis together as he would always know when she would be out there. And the magic. Vivienne didn't believe anyone had ever lit up her world more than him. She made him meet her father and he approved.
The honeymoon lasted for a mere five years but Vivienne basked in the love. She would never know what a real relationship was but this was as close as she would get to it. And then the most devistating thing could happen. She knew it wasn't her fault, but Vivienne blamed herself. They were on a raid to get a car for someone in town who needed one and knew that it worked. The person wanting the car had to of known it was a set up. The car was ditched close to town but infested with infected. They hadn't known and they were surrounded. Max didn't have as many bullets has he anticipated and well, Vivienne barely shot the thing. The car wasn't too far to go and Vivienne booked it with Max, except Max never made it. He had been torn limb from limb in an attempt to get to Vivienne.
She was devestated, and not knowing what else to do, she drove the working car back to town to hide it where they had agreeded on.
Vivienne tumbled from the car and ran all the way home.
Two years later Vivienne is still coping with the death of her love and best friend. Of course, there was nothing more that she could do but she was determined to get back to atleast a semi-normal life. At least one with zombies in it. There was a rumor going around saying they found a cure or someone who could be a cure. Vivienne thought that it would best to set her sights on somethig and try her best to help.
Arsenal: She merely carries a bow and arrow, a dull knife she found and a pistol (just in case) and her German Shepard, Ripley.
Equipment: A small first aid kit, a canteen of water, gas mask, extra bullets, some water, stale bread, one can of beans, a small bag of jerky and Rations.
Roleplay Example:
Ever since the rumors of disquiet had been circling among those she knew to
be here, Vivienne had begun planning.
It was this planning that had led her to seek resources. Aside from
stockpiling food and ammunition, just a little bit here and there so nobody
would notice in inventory, she was looking for something more long-term. It
had always been an understanding of hers that someday she might need to
flee once again, and so she liked having her options open. The way to do
that was to know said options well enough to flesh them out. This meant
knowledge that she currently lacked.
Vivienne had always been a reader. In college, she’d always have her nose
in a book. The sure-fire way to figure out how to acquire her own
sustenance from the ground up was available in the place that had avoided
the action: the library.
She wasn't insipid. The library was deserted, but that didn't necessarily
mean it was safe. Then again, Vivienne figured that the chances of running
into zombies were lower than for most other places in this stretch of town.
Zombies, as daunting as they were, couldn't exactly read.
She was going to the reference guide section anyway. Nobody had frequented
it back when the world had been alive. Nobody was likely to frequent it now.
She slipped in easily enough, making her way up a wide staircase to the
second level, keeping the banisters pressed to her back at all times as she
sidled slowly upwards. There was a slightly tense moment when she thought
she heard a moan down the first hall to her left, but that was just a
reading room, so she crept on booted feet to the great double-doors that
marked off the nonfiction wing of the library.
The gigantic room was patterned in squares of silvery moonlight from the
smashed in window panes. The few windows remaining intact were covered in a
thick coat of dust that blocked out everything. Vivienne could still see
enough and it made her freeze.
It was like someone had gone on a rampage. Half the shelves had been
knocked over; tables and chairs smashed into pieces - possibly for kindling
- and an acrid smell of burnt rubber seemed to linger in the air. She'd
caught a waft of it downstairs but it was nearly enough to make her gag.
She clamped the hand holding a rag to her nose, feeling her lungs ache
before they adjusted in the dusty air.
As she panned her light over a few of the scattered books, she saw, with
relief, that while the covers were falling off and many pages had been
ripped out, the books appeared otherwise unharmed. Maybe people decided
paper didn't make great food, she thought wryly, moving carefully toward
the standing aisles of dark wood.
Just when she was beginning to feel hopeful that this excursion might go
painlessly, she turned down the first aisle and stumbled over something
sticking out from under a nearby chair. A warning groan was her only signal
and then she was up in a whirl of red hair and the gunshot echoed so loudly
in the closed space that she was momentarily stunned.
The Zombie slumped backwards and she straightened, inhaling slowly as her
heartbeat eased up. The thing must have been in that queer state of
semi-consciousness that Zombies seemed to go into when left undisturbed.
Despite herself, she smiled. A comatose Zombie meant that nobody had been
here in a long while. A drowsy few of the undead she could handle, but she
doubted they'd have been lying around if another person had been in here
with her.
She hoped so anyway. She was nothing if not religiously optimistic.
She moved on, finally finding the section she'd been seeking. Squatting
down, she extracted a dusty, somewhat rumpled hardcover volume of plants
and fungi she could find in the woods. Her blue eyes scanned her
surroundings once more to ensure she was okay, and then flipped the tome
open on her knees, shining the gun-mounted light down on the once-glossy
pages.
As she perused the book to see if it was worth taking, borrowing, she kept
her ears peeled, but it was difficult to do both. She kept thinking she
should just grab a handful of random books, but she didn't want to risk
coming back here again. Better to take an extended, risky trip than to
return and find more of the undead. Once or twice, she lifted her head at
the sound of feet, but it was always a shuffle too far off for her to be
bothered, so she ducked her head and continued reading.
She closed the book, tucking it into her knapsack, and grabbed another from
the shelf, finding that it contained interesting bits of info she’d need if
she were to rely on the woods for sustenance. For a moment, just for a
moment, she forgot she wasn't entirely safe, engrossed as she was in her
reading.
be here, Vivienne had begun planning.
It was this planning that had led her to seek resources. Aside from
stockpiling food and ammunition, just a little bit here and there so nobody
would notice in inventory, she was looking for something more long-term. It
had always been an understanding of hers that someday she might need to
flee once again, and so she liked having her options open. The way to do
that was to know said options well enough to flesh them out. This meant
knowledge that she currently lacked.
Vivienne had always been a reader. In college, she’d always have her nose
in a book. The sure-fire way to figure out how to acquire her own
sustenance from the ground up was available in the place that had avoided
the action: the library.
She wasn't insipid. The library was deserted, but that didn't necessarily
mean it was safe. Then again, Vivienne figured that the chances of running
into zombies were lower than for most other places in this stretch of town.
Zombies, as daunting as they were, couldn't exactly read.
She was going to the reference guide section anyway. Nobody had frequented
it back when the world had been alive. Nobody was likely to frequent it now.
She slipped in easily enough, making her way up a wide staircase to the
second level, keeping the banisters pressed to her back at all times as she
sidled slowly upwards. There was a slightly tense moment when she thought
she heard a moan down the first hall to her left, but that was just a
reading room, so she crept on booted feet to the great double-doors that
marked off the nonfiction wing of the library.
The gigantic room was patterned in squares of silvery moonlight from the
smashed in window panes. The few windows remaining intact were covered in a
thick coat of dust that blocked out everything. Vivienne could still see
enough and it made her freeze.
It was like someone had gone on a rampage. Half the shelves had been
knocked over; tables and chairs smashed into pieces - possibly for kindling
- and an acrid smell of burnt rubber seemed to linger in the air. She'd
caught a waft of it downstairs but it was nearly enough to make her gag.
She clamped the hand holding a rag to her nose, feeling her lungs ache
before they adjusted in the dusty air.
As she panned her light over a few of the scattered books, she saw, with
relief, that while the covers were falling off and many pages had been
ripped out, the books appeared otherwise unharmed. Maybe people decided
paper didn't make great food, she thought wryly, moving carefully toward
the standing aisles of dark wood.
Just when she was beginning to feel hopeful that this excursion might go
painlessly, she turned down the first aisle and stumbled over something
sticking out from under a nearby chair. A warning groan was her only signal
and then she was up in a whirl of red hair and the gunshot echoed so loudly
in the closed space that she was momentarily stunned.
The Zombie slumped backwards and she straightened, inhaling slowly as her
heartbeat eased up. The thing must have been in that queer state of
semi-consciousness that Zombies seemed to go into when left undisturbed.
Despite herself, she smiled. A comatose Zombie meant that nobody had been
here in a long while. A drowsy few of the undead she could handle, but she
doubted they'd have been lying around if another person had been in here
with her.
She hoped so anyway. She was nothing if not religiously optimistic.
She moved on, finally finding the section she'd been seeking. Squatting
down, she extracted a dusty, somewhat rumpled hardcover volume of plants
and fungi she could find in the woods. Her blue eyes scanned her
surroundings once more to ensure she was okay, and then flipped the tome
open on her knees, shining the gun-mounted light down on the once-glossy
pages.
As she perused the book to see if it was worth taking, borrowing, she kept
her ears peeled, but it was difficult to do both. She kept thinking she
should just grab a handful of random books, but she didn't want to risk
coming back here again. Better to take an extended, risky trip than to
return and find more of the undead. Once or twice, she lifted her head at
the sound of feet, but it was always a shuffle too far off for her to be
bothered, so she ducked her head and continued reading.
She closed the book, tucking it into her knapsack, and grabbed another from
the shelf, finding that it contained interesting bits of info she’d need if
she were to rely on the woods for sustenance. For a moment, just for a
moment, she forgot she wasn't entirely safe, engrossed as she was in her
reading.
Extras: N/A
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Player Name: Kristeen
Age: 22
Roleplay Experience: I have been roleplaying for a little under 10 years.
How you found out our forum: Google