Name : Zona Gilligan Roche (Pronounced Zone-a Gilligan Roach)
Personality: Outgoing, friendly, honest, adaptable to situations, caring and determined. Always sees the bright side of life and she loves adventure. She doesn't always come up with the best plan but she always has everyone's best interest at heart. She's a natural born leader and is passionate if theres a cause.
Special Skill: Adventurer, she'll be the one who will jump at the opportunity to discover more.
How will you contribute?: She'll be the one to get everyone motivated and involved. She'll act like the glue that holds everyone together and the one who will try and get things done. If she can, by everyones vote of course (I made the role-play but that doesn't make me god) she will act as a leader.
History/Bio: Zona had grown up wishing for a life with more, but I guess.. who in Caldor doesn't? She never blamed her parents though, they'd done everything they could with the little that they had. Her father was a watchmaker. But it was more of a passion that a job. He made the most complicated and intricate designs, each unique and personal, tailored to the buyers personality. He found his passion in the idea that time was a valuable but fleeting gift, and why accompany it with cheap junk? And so he started his business of custom watches. It was successful, but he was too modest. Charging too little for so much. But he hadn't done it for the money, just like his wife, he feared wealth. Wealth was the source of all evil, especially in a place like Caldor. But he could also build much more than watches. Her father never admitted it, but he was a genius. He could design and make anything using his gears and cogs. And he did, but they weren't for sale, they were for his family, it was their way of owning a possession of worth. Her mother was completely different. She was a storyteller, she wrote books but.. they weren't the same. Her mother had a beautiful voice and a vivid imagination, her stories could inspire and life anyone, even in their darkest days. The way she spoke was mesmerizing, and the way she captured peoples minds was magical. So this had been Zona's childhood. A warm, loving family, and an adventure in every way possible. For her 8th birthday her father gave her a pair of goggles with and adjustable lens size that zoomed in on anything she looked at (shown in equipment), and her mother had given her the idea of a game; to find people walking around the streets, paying close attention to their appearance, and imagine their life and who they were. She was an extraordinary exception, and a just plain lucky given their circumstances. But she still had dreams of being trapped, falling into the cycle of life in Caldor and never seeing a world outside the blanketed smoky horizon of the dirty, rat-infested city. She wanted adventure, she wanted to embark on a quest, to do something that made her someone. To change someone else's life. That was her wish. But she was grateful for the life her parents had given her. She didn't know what she would do without them. But she would soon find out. It happened at the dead of night, she'd been asleep in her room in the attic, they'd given it to her so she could look for the stars with her goggles. She'd heard a knock at the door, lowered voices. Then silence.
Her parents were taken and their house burnt to the ground. Zona was lucky enough to escape but she was unlucky enough to watch her parents being silenced and taken against their will and thrown into a black car. The events of that night haunt her but she still manages to look at every day as a new adventure.
SpoilerAfter a few short breaths she heard heavy footsteps, they stopped when they'd reached right underneath the trap door that opened into her room. On the other side she could hear her fathers voice coming out in a whisper.
"Zona, honey, are you awake?" he said, his voice shaky.
"Daddy?" she replied, crawling to the trap door. She tried to open it, it had been locked from the other side.
"I need you to be a big girl right now. Don't make any noises, and listen. I wont be able to talk for much longer"
"Dad whats happening?"
"Your mother and I have to go away for a while. I need you to know that we both love you very much-
"Whats going on?"
"That's long enough! Get what you need and come with us now or we will use force!" Came a voice from the floor below. Her heart stopped. She hadn't recognized the voice.
"You must not make any noises now Zona." He continued, his pace had quickened. "Do not leave until the house is silent. You know how to pick a lock. Theres some cans in the cupboard, and bread on the table. Grab your things-"
"Thats it! We're coming up!" The voice boomed and more heavy footsteps thudded along the wooden floor.
"Only take what you need and don't speak to anyone. Be safe. I lo-" He never finished his sentence. She heard the door being forced open and raised voices filled the room. She brought her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming and scattered back away from the trap door. There was a loud bang and she heard glass being shattered. Tears welled in her eyes as the chaos grew louder. Then came a loud thud. She swallowed. The footsteps were now slowly fading away and she heard the front door being opened. For the first time that night she heard her mother. It was a cry of shock. She shut her eyes. This couldn't be happening. And then.. silence. She heard nothing but the sound of her own pounding heart. She listened in for more, her senses on high alert. And then she heard it. The sound of glass being smashed. And then a scream. Her mothers scream. But it wasn't in pain. It was in fear. Thats when she noticed it. A glow outside her bedroom window. Fire. Her eyes widened. Her fear had turned into panic.
"No! You can't! Zona!" Her mother screamed.
"Mum!" she she shouted as she ran up to the window. She saw them then. Men dressed in coats. Two were holding her mother back, another was holding her fathers unconscious body. One was standing outside a parked car, he was holding a glass container in one hand, the other empty. Her mother was knocked over the head and she went limp. Zona screamed again.
"Mum! No please! Mum! Dad! Help me!' she shouted at the window. The fire was rising. She could already feel her floor heating up. She turned around and ran to her backpack, pulling out her paperclips. She ran back over to her trap door and fumbled with the lock. It finally clicked open and she pulled open the trap door. Heat blew up in her face and she turned away from the opening and let the air rushing in to settle. She dropped in her make-shift rope ladder and climbed down with her backpack, dropping to the floor of her fathers work-room. She ran to the gadgets table and grabbed her goggles her telescope and her bracer. Flames were creeping up and around the door frame to the room. Then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye that was out of place. Her father was a perfectionist and he would never put something where it didn't belong. Shielding her face she ran over to the concealed item and threw away the cloth covering it. It was a gun. She stood there in shock before she was yanked back to reality as the doorframe collapsed and flames lit up the room. She grabbed the gun and shoved it in her bag with the rest of her things and ran back to the ladder. She made it just in time and slammed the trap door. Then her heart sank. What next? She looked around and nothing stood out more than her window. She felt the heat of the floor and decided she had no choice. She ran up to the window and hurled her body against it. Nothing. She rebounded off and fell to the floor. Her things spilled out and she quickly gathered them, then paused as she picked up her pointed telescope. She stood back up and ran up to the window, smashing it open with her telescope. She covered her face from the glass but quickly recovered and clambered on her shelf and out the window, a piece of glass sliced her leg as she pulled it out. She lost concentration because of the pain and her balance shifted. In a moment she was sliding down the roof of her house at an accelerated rate. She scraped at the roofing but she couldn't find a grip. She slid off the end of the roof but managed to grab hold of the drain pipe. It bent under her weight and slowly eased her onto the flat roof of her neighbors. She dropped down and crawled away from the burning building, looking back to see that the flames had reached her room. She sat there and watched as the flames devoured her home. And even when the flames finally subsides she continued to watch. Staring at the emptiness. When her mind had finally overcome she shock, her memory came flooding back to her. She remembered her fathers final worlds. Her mothers screams. Their still bodies as they were hauled into the back of the vehicle. And in that moment, her emotions gave in, and she cried.
A gun that fires only rock salt.
Goggles with adjustable zoom lenses.
A compass that tells time time, year, month and day.
Arm bracer with pouches.
Extras?: Cant think of any, I pretty well covered a lot :P