Reply With Quote:P Change it to, at first, he won't kill them even if it means life or death; so then he can progress to killing them.
And you won't have an emp ray. :P
Thanks for the weakness idea melon, i was struggling to come up with something. Another drawback for my character is that he knows how to shoot a bow and arrow. However he doesn't have one. So that'll need to be figured out in game.
:P Change it to, at first, he won't kill them even if it means life or death; so then he can progress to killing them.
And you won't have an emp ray. :P
Nope, I hadn't even realized that the OOC had been active. Which is kinda stupid on my part.
Incarnations To The End: Wherein the end of the world is witnessed by those never meant to exist within it. Wherein ancient spells and forgotten oaths bring an age to an end. This is a story where morality and heroism are all in the way you tilt your head.
Reality as we know it is actually one massive melting pot of terrible ideas, delusional retellings, and mushroom-induced dreams. Thusly, I hold the right to do whatever the hell I want, on the grounds that Realism isn't Real.
Name: Catherine Tremblay (Cat or Cathy for short)
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Catherine is relatively tall in respect to most women, standing just over 6 feet tall. Other than that she is an average woman all around. She is in relatively good shape, a morning workout before the outbreak, and the outbreak itself ensured that. Though is beginning to show signs of malnourishment and sleep deprivation, her face being relatively gaunt and bags forming under her eyes. Catherine isn’t outrageously beautiful, but she certainly isn’t bad looking, especially for a mother. Her waist length red hair is usually kept in a sloppy bun or tight single braid. Her dark blue eyes have begun to look a bit sunken in as sleep and hunger take their toll on her, her slight frame even slighter for not having eaten well. Despite this she still stands straight and tall, carrying herself with the practiced grace of a teacher.
Occupation: High School Chemistry teacher
Personality: Catherine has very deep, somewhat disturbing dependency issues, most of them manifesting in alcoholism, but others in her dependency on other people, namely her daughter and the occasional boyfriend. Other than that obvious issue Catherine is a relatively happy, excitable woman who enjoys her life. Negativity, even in the worst of situations, is not to be expected of Catherine. If a cloud has a silver lining, she will find it, if it doesn’t, she’ll make one. She is not likely to get stressed, or even worry most of the time. The one exception being in regard to her daughter, when it comes to Elizabeth, Catherine projects her optimism in an almost overbearing manner. She is unable to find any fault in her daughter, and attempts to rationalize her daughter’s actions, or defend them, even in futility. She is also incredibly apt to worry, cripplingly so, about her daughter.
Equipment:
- Glock 17 (single magazine)
- Tire iron
- 1 gallon brandy bottle, roughly half full of water
- Small silver flash, roughly half full of brandy
- Several changes of clothes
- Several notebooks and pens
- Large mag-lite with a change of batteries
- Hurricane lamp with enough oil to burn for about 2 hours
Skills: Minor martial arts, very basic gun knowledge, excellent cook, extensive knowledge of chemistry.
Weakness: Alcoholism, major dependency issues, e.g. her daughter, prone to worrying to an almost crippling point about her daughter. The fact that she has not been able to drink regularly yet still supports her habit minimally has led to her going through withdrawals easily, and the symptoms of her withdrawal are generally extreme, massive mood swings, shaking uncontrollably, debilitating migraines, etc. Above all though, she lost her glasses somewhere along the way, and is incredibly near sighted
History: Catherine’s entire life has essentially been a huge game of monkey see, monkey do. Her mother had been drinking well before her birth, and the pregnancy didn’t exactly stop her, it hardly even slowed her down. Catherine was lucky enough to be born without Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, though, but wasn’t exactly raised well with an absentee father, not by choice, and an alcoholic mother. Her father was constantly away working, sending what money he could scrape together home when he got the chance. Catherine’s fondest memories are of Sundays at the end of the month, when the shopping was done, and she always got ice cream. Then her mother would take her home, drop her off, and return with two large, brown, paper bags that clinked as she walked with them. It didn’t take Catherine long after she knew what alcohol was to figure out that her mother had a problem, especially with people at school constantly reminding her with gossip from their own mothers.
When she was 13 Catherine made her first attempt to help her mother by dumping several of the bottles out, all that got her was a sound beating and vague terms of being grounded. She never tried to help her mom again, instead focused entirely on her schooling, practically ignoring her mother for the next five years before heading off to college. After acquiring her master’s degree she returned home in the help that she, being an adult, could attempt to help her mother again.
Helping her slowly but surely evolved into enabling her and Catherine eventually started drinking a bit herself until she met Edward Tremblay, who immediately swept her off her feet and within a year she was living in Asheville with him. Another year passed and they were married, she found herself a steady teaching job, and he worked as a self-employed commercial H-VAC installation specialist. Two years later Catherine was with child and life was wonderful for Edward and Catherine, they had good jobs, a good home, and now they were going to have a child. Life continued this way until young Elizabeth was two years old when one day her mother suddenly burst into the day care center and took her out. She later discovered that her father had died. He fell to his death off a roof which he had been installing an AC unit on; there was some evidence to suggest foul play. After that Catherine dealt with her problems the way her mother had, booze. And for the past 18 years she has struggled with alcoholism, she tried her best to hide her daughter from it, unlike her mother before her. She never wanted Elizabeth to be like her in that regard, but she couldn’t. Many a morning did she wake up on the couch, an empty bottle on the table in front of her, to Elizabeth’s prodding and ‘Mommy, it’s time to get up.’ When she was just 11 Elizabeth found the bottle under the sink, and began to look for others. The flash Catherine kept in her purse, the bottle in her underwear drawer. Their relationship would never be the one that Catherine was so desperate for, a simple, mother-daughter relationship. Elizabeth knew too much for it to be normal now, even after the world had gone to hell.
Post Sample(Can be a link, or a freshly written piece): The Good Life.
Dialogue Color: Olive Drab
(EDIT: Added Elizabeth)
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Name: Elizabeth Tremblay
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Elizabeth looks significantly more like her mother than her father, with her mother’s eyes, hair, and height. She is actually a bit taller than her mother coming in just below 6’ 2”. Also like her mother her features are long and well defined. The only traits she really got from her father were her slightly bulkier build with broad shoulders and large feet. Though she is pretty rough shape from the current state of affairs, she is much better off than her mother. She has retained her exceptional good looks for the most part and does not have any of the obvious affects of sleep deprivation, though she, as expected, looks very tired, even more so than her mother.
Occupation: Part time job as a librarian, full time student
Personality: Elizabeth is a generally happy, easy-going type of girl. She isn’t a goody two shoes, and has gotten herself into a fair amount of trouble, but she doesn’t deliberately seek it, most of her problems are just the luck of the draw being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is definitely hard to put her down though; she is very humble and willing to go out of her way for others. Much to her mother’s behest, she is also rather brave and strong-willed, and is not very likely to back down if she feels that she is right. Despite all of this Elizabeth is an extreme introvert, probably an environmental side effect of living with an alcoholic her entire life, preferring her own company to that of others and is prone to wandering off in order to be alone.
Equipment: 10” Chef’s Knife, an epipen, an iPod with a dead battery, a cell phone with a dead battery, an LED head lamp and two spare sets of batteries, a backpack containing assorted non-perishable food items, and a 1-quart military surplus canteen full of water.
Skills: An avid reader and child of the Information Age, Elizabeth is relatively well versed in all things post-apocalyptic and is a bit more knowledgeable than most on the subject, other than that, none to speak of.
Weakness: Like her mother, Elizabeth is near sighted, less than her mother but still significantly near sighted. She is also not in very good shape, she never has been. She has always been several pounds underweight and has never taken it upon herself to attempt exercising outside of walking to school. She struggles with intense depression the majority of the time.
History: For as long as she can remember Elizabeth has simply gone through the motions. She hardly remembers her father except in the few pictures that adorned the walls of her home; another thing she can’t remember except for from pictures is smiling, or seeing her mother smile. She has grown up in a sad house, and as a result is a sad person. Her mother’s occasional boyfriends were never the greatest men, some of them abused Catherine, and some of them abused Elizabeth. When she was 14 one of them attempted to molest her. Most of the time she remains hidden, from her mother, from her mother’s boyfriends, from the world in general. Over the years she has seen more of a computer screen than she has her mother’s face.
From an early age she realized that her life was going to be difficult. Each day she went to school with expectation that she would hear someone make a comment about her mother being a useless drunk, she’d even beat a few people up for it; it never changed though, so she stopped trying to defend her mother, or herself. Talking certainly wasn’t her forte and she never really had many, if any, friends as she went through school. Her one and only true friend was Isis Parker, who’s mother also liked to drink, but was a bit more of a social drinker and had a tendency to leave Isis home alone a lot. Elizabeth would spend days at Isis’s house and never see Isis’s mother, or her own. Those few days at a time were the greatest relief she could experience. She and Isis became thick as thieves, they did everything together.
The first time Elizabeth ever went to a party, Isis was there. The first time she ever experimented with drugs, Isis was there. No matter what though, neither of them ever touched alcohol. They had made a promise to one another, never to drink a single drop of that which had essentially ruined their chance at a normal life. Catherine often asked her where she went for days, and Elizabeth always responded ‘A friend’s,’ and that was the end of it. Elizabeth secretly sometimes would sit on the stairs at night, watching her mother drink until she passed out, then she would put a pillow under her head, a blanket over her, and throw out the empty bottles. Each time sending out a silent prayer that this night would be the last, but it never was. No matter how hard she tried to help, or prayed for help, her mother kept drinking. This put a weight on her shoulders, a heavy weight, and that weight pushed her down to the point of attempted suicide the year before everything went to hell. She refused psychiatric help, she knew what the problem was, she didn’t need a shrink to tell her, she needed a shrink to tell her mother, but that certainly wasn’t going to happen.
After it all started, Elizabeth made one final phone call before her cell phone died, she called Isis, there was no answer so she left a message, and she poured her heart out, practically confessing her love for her best friend of 12 years. Yet here she is, eight months later, still just going through the motions. Friendless and on the verge of being motherless, Elizabeth Tremblay is lost, completely and utterly, trying to fill pants that are several sizes too big.
Post Sample(Can be a link, or a freshly written piece): Provided.
Dialogue Color: Chocolate
Last edited by TheBoss; 07-30-2012 at 09:56 AM.
Thanks Chibi!
How crippling is her near sightedness?
I have it, as well, without glasses and I can barely read anything, that isn't of a decent size, to read. Even then it's slightly blurred.
I'm also wary of the Knowledge of the Info. Age, being well versed in Post. Apoc., and carrying around a US Survival Guide.
I'm going to have to say it's about as crippling as mine, as in, without glasses I can only see clearly a few inches in front of my face, and small print I need to hold right next to my face to see it.Originally Posted by Rilla
The Information Age bit, I mean she would know as much about zombies and the apocalypse as say you or I, or maybe a bit more, considering that she likes to read. I can always remove the Survival Guide if you'd like, just thought it might be a nice touch.
Thanks Chibi!
Take away the Survival Guide, you can pick that up down the line, I suppose. Otherwise, it's fine then.
Done.
Thanks Chibi!
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