I will post my next post in a couple of days. After school is done with, I should be on this a lot more.

Cool. Glad you're still here.

I'm still here. but like Svenn my Course Culminating Activites are all due this week or next and then after that its exam time so things are kind of busy. I started a post on lunch break today but it isn't finished yet.

THank you for the update, MouseKing.

Hey Mouse.... good post. But I do believe that there is a dead walker on the steps, as well as a person that had just been gunned down. The officer and his dog responsible are still there, and Daisy is peeking around the building.

Tearstone said
Hey Mouse.... good post. But I do believe that there is a dead walker on the steps, as well as a person that had just been gunned down. The officer and his dog responsible are still there, and Daisy is peeking around the building.

Those are all addressed in my post. It's at the end.

My bad, only had time to skim over it today. Was pretty busy before work and only had a little bit of time. My apologies.

I'm about to reply. There was no mention of Daisy but I'll make her known.

Replied! But it's short. I couldn't think of much to write. Two small paragraphs

That's fine.

Tearstone said
My bad, only had time to skim over it today. Was pretty busy before work and only had a little bit of time. My apologies.

No need to apologize, these things happen. My post was out of line with the timeline since I hadn't posted for a few days, so I had to cover previous stuff to get there.

I'm going for a bike ride I'll be back in an hour abouts to post.

EDIT: Been a little more than an hour but its coming.

Its like watching a movie right now for me XD

Room for one more at the Asylum?

Name: Isabel Torrez

Age: 26

Height: 4’10”

Weight: 103 lbs.

Build: Isabel’s small and slightly curvy around the hips down. Her legs and torso appear equal measure compared to each other but much of her old body fat has severally diminished from both higher than her average activity and less than ideal nutrients.

Appearance:



Her eye color is a deep hazel, filled with energy and some charm. Even in the darkest times, they have that unwavering yet it could be an illusion after all or mere trick of the faint light. Her hair is straight and black reaching down to about an inch of the middle of her back, tied up in a worn, green scarf. Isabel hasn’t, like many other survivors, been able to keep good hygiene in the days that followed so her hair has collected enough grim for four days and need of a washing. During her younger days, Isabel did her own share of experimentation due to peer pressure or personal reasons including a tribal butterfly tattoo at the nook of her lower back and two piercings upon her body. The first one is easy to see, her navel which has closed up slightly, but the last one is best left a mystery as it’s in a rather…intimate place.

Family:



Other important mentions, none family members and part of the survival group.



Personality: Isabel is a smart, determined and quick woman who can get attached people that she likes. Usually those who’ve not done any wrong to her, directly or indirectly, will find befriending her easily enough. She tends to be more of the moment type girl rather than plan out her future or realize the consequences of her mouth. A fact that has gotten her in over her head more times than she can count throughout the infection’s rampage. Some habits die hard she supposed and to her, trying to predict the future is outright impossible so why try?

Whenever she’s extremely pissed, she started to speak in Spanish. Very few people know what she’s saying and this makes it hard to determine if she’s cursing out the offender or merely shouting like a mad Conquistador.

Occupation Before: She worked full time at her family’s Hardware store, both modernizing it as well as learning the trade. Also a hobby painter, mainly landscapes, Isabel has made extra cash through selling her paintings to family, friends and even a few strangers who appreciated the picture’s “soul”.

Notable skills:


Bio:

Isabel Torrez was born May 16, 1987 in Palm bay, FL. Her parents were both working middle class, second generation Hispanic Americans. Her mother worked as a part time free-lance house keeper and her father had taken over the family hardware shop which left her grandmother, from her father’s side, Sachi taking care of Isabel beside her mother. It was an average one for the most part despite her struggles with sleepwalking that she seemed unable to outgrow. Her sister Reyes was born three years later followed by her grandfather Admelo’s death in a car crash when a semi collided after running a red light. She only vaguely remembers him but that was how grandmother Sachi can to stay with them permanently and helped in her upraising. Other than that, there’s not much to tell in that time of her life until her sleep walking began. At first her family thought it was a laughing matter. She would never remember it, each time varied from her sat in bed to literally roaming the house. It wasn’t until she literally burnt herself upon the stove at the age of 10, abruptly waking herself and nearly caught the house on fire. The doctor prescribed medication which eased the effects in hopes one day she might outgrow them.

Things got interesting when she became sixteen and involved with the wrong crowded, her teenage years and even a few into her adulthood were nothing more than a life time long party. It was at an unsupervised party where she both got her first taste of alcohol and lost her innocence to the football team’s captain who couldn’t stop bragging about his big score. Though Isabel didn’t care what others thought about her, her slight less than admirable image stained her sister’s and made her school life slightly difficult to bear because most boys expected Reyes to be like her. That drama was the less of her worries. It was a breeze compared to the shit storm a month later when due to a nasty combination of being drunk, peer pressure and her own determined nature, Isabel ended up with a navel piercing that’s to a friend’s brother. Of course her sister had a rather big mouth and that ended up with Isabel on parent lock down for over a month without parole.

Slowly over the couple of years, her lifestyle spiraled farther into the hard party girl who slept in late and hollered all night long. Unable to save up the money quick enough for a second piercing, her addiction worsened in the following years had dug into her pocket, a friend had paid but if she got it in the most intimate of places which she happily did. By this time, she was a fully grown woman though she acted more like a teenager stuck in time. It was only a matter of time before things got out of control. One of her prescription medicines for her sleep walking had reacted badly with her drinking and sent her wheeling to the ER, a frightening moment for all of them. When the truth was out, her family intervened and it took about four years in rehab to recover from her addiction. There was a times she fell off the wagon but in the end, she got right back on it by attending AAA meetings and counseling. It wasn’t easy.

During her time at the meetings, she met a fellow addict around her own age named Travis. They tried to support each other over the years but unlike Isabel, he wasn’t as willful. The worst part was he often dragged her with him. In the end, when she was twenty-five she ended the relationship and broke his heart. He ended up drowned in self-pity and loathing until he committed suicide in his drunken state, hung from a tree in his own backyard. His brother found him the next day. Needless to say, it wasn’t hard at his funeral to tell who blamed her for his death with silent hate and glares in her wake. She never did get rid of that butterfly tattoo they both choose when they first started to date.

Before the infection, she had dated lightly off and on but never became serious. Her sister on the other hand, had been seeing a guy named Mike who ended up in an Asylum in Miami Florida after he tried to the living shit out a man then plead insanity for it. It wasn’t hard as he already had a loco look about him that the jury approved and convicted him there. Against both their parents’ and her advice, Reyes still kept in letter contact with Mike. For the last year Isabel had been taking part time Courses over computer basics, small business, and a few others to help her family’s hardware store come into at the twentieth century for the moment. Life was normal for a while.

Up until the infection hit, then everything she knew went to shit. Unlike other cases, they weren’t hit in board daylight or where they could defend themselves. No, it was at night where they were most vulnerable. Her parents were away vacating in Savannah, delayed when her mother was attacked by a ‘thug’ then spent the night in a hospital which delayed their trip home that night. After the news, her remaining relatives stayed close with her grandmother Kain spending the night for a few weeks in a visit. For as long as Isabel can remember, she always locked the due to her sleep disorder and believes that was part of what saved her. She woke up abruptly and suddenly one night to the sounds of crunching and slurping. Confused and groggy, she slipped from her room and unlocked the door towards the source: her grandparent Kain’s bedroom. A scream later, Grandmother Jackie stooped over and devouring her husband, Reyes, Grandmother Sachi, and herself were quickly out the door. They took Reyes’s car down the streets filled with mayhem; panicked people screamed and flee only to be set upon by Walkers a short time after. It was a horrible memory to watch in the faint street light while they made their way to their family’s Hardware store.

There they met their uncle and cousin among one other survivor in the process of stealing supplies and taking shelter from the walkers massed outside. Uncle Vic took charge of the situation much to the small group’s relief then after they gathered what they could carry, mainly the basics, they made a run for the alleyway. They lost the survivor, an unexpected heart attack caused him to fall to the Walkers, and Miguel got bitten as a result. Her cousin was managed to be ushered into the truck where he was set upon with a fever, turned then tried to attack Reyes hours later. Miguel’s father was the one who killed him, saving Isabel’s sister and changed him slowly in the hardened survivor.

In the weeks that followed, each road they tried was either blocked off or infested. That fact along pushed them farther south to Miami. In their scavenging along a few of the smaller areas, they picked up a few survivors that ranged in all types and ages making them a motley group that drew strength from each other whenever they had suffered losses. Though some starved or turned into Walkers themselves, the situation could've been bleaker. When they came near to Miami, Reyes mysterious vanished. They needed supplies and more food, so Isabel and two other survivors, Ted and Burt, volunteered to head in on a salvaging trip where they hoped to find shelter as well as a few survivors to join their group.

Disability/Fear:



Weapon of Choice:



Equipment:

Within the bag*
*Can hold up the same amount as your average backpack



Attire

belt Which includes:





Salvaged (in intro post)

Fallenreaper said
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I'm not the one to accept/decline your character, but I have helped tear before.

Anyway about your character, She looks good. you went in depth. But the backpack. That's where it gets a little sketchy. As I was reading through it, how are you supposed to fit a gallon paint jug with a 6X8 tarp and with a whole lot of cans and the roll of trash bags. They wouldn't all fit... at least from what I can picture it.

The cans nest inside each other, the tarp can wrap around the roll of bags so it only takes up about as much space as an oatmeal container.
The hobo stove is made from two cans but they fit inside each other, which fits in the paint can. The other soup cans could be laid on their sides end to end in the bottom, or side by side. Those can lay in the bottom of the tool bag and still have a good amount of room. The roll of trash bags is mostly used so it's pretty thin at this point which takes up even less space. Water bottle is on the exterior, so it takes no space. Not to mention the external pockets.pouches. I'd say she's used maybe half the space in the bag, especially since she's not toting around a change of clothes, shoes, or anything like that. You could also lay the paint can on the bottom on its side with the hobo stove in it, with the tarp folded up and stuffed on edge into the can, laid along the bottom of the bag like padding or a liner, or leave the tarp folded up and on the exterior side pouch. There's a lot of possible configurations to the bag.

Fallen and I have talked a lot about this character over the last week or two, and I've helped her with gear and even loot generation. I need to look at the bio and stuff more on my end.

I think Verdant, Libby, and Fiddler may also be out of the game. I'll give them a little more time to respond.

Ahh, I hope not. Everyone was so pumped to join then no one responded :[

I blame myself on that.

Tearstone said
I think Verdant, Libby, and Fiddler may also be out of the game. I'll give them a little more time to respond.

Have you thought about putting something in the rules like I did in blood? I have it where if there's no word, IC or OOC, then the Player's PC is put into storage then after another week of no reply, the PC is eliminated/written out. It has only been applied a few times thankfully and helps keep the story flowing.

Tearstone, let me know if I need to make any changes or edits with Isabel. I'm really excited to get in on the game and meet the PCs, though I might have Isabel in a spot of trouble before hand. Not sure yet.