This RP is inspired by different types of zombie survival RPG’s. And with that in mind, I decided to add an inventory mechanic. Depending on what your wearing and whether or not you have any other means to carry items, determines how much stuff you can carry. In the beginning you start out with 10 inventory slots and 3 of them will be taken up by your 3 starter items. You can gain extra storage space on your person by finding a bookbag or something. You can also store items at the actual hideout however keep in mind that they are at the risk of being stolen during raids.

You’re in the underground sewers underneath New York. I’ll be using actual locations in New York for the nearby locations so that it can be realistic. (Thank you Google Maps and research, I suggest you check it out.) So, keep in mind that realism will be a factor here. However, if need be, you can push the limits of realism a bit in order to get stuff done.

With every location you go to, I’ll list a maximum of 10 items that can be found there and each person can search a total of 3 times each before the place is deemed completely ransacked. I’ll roll some dice to see what you are able to uncover.

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Personality

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Biography

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Relationships

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What you originally brought

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Skills

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Other

Appearance:

Name: Colette Mistly

Age: 14

Personality: Colette has spent her life thus far learning one simple fact: Dishonesty is the strongest shield.

Biography: Colette only has a few memories from before the world was reduced to ruins. A trip to a beautiful lake with parents who argued for their entire stay. Being given a Barbie doll that would be her only companion for many long nights. Those times were, and then they were not. Just like everything else.

Her mother was the first to go in the aftermath. Colette couldn't remember the details. For a few weeks, she would disappear every other day. One day, she didn't come back. Her father never mentioned her again.

For a short while, father and daughter existed alone, in darkness, but not hunger. Colette never thought to ask her father where he got his food from. She would complain that it was not good, that she missed her mother, but she was told that, going forward, they would only have poorly cooked canned food to eat. In truth, even that had not lasted.

Once it was gone, they had left their cellar, hand-in-hand, and walked. They walked through ruined buildings and slept in scary caves. And there were other people. At first, they drifted path the strangers, but before long, her father explained that, in order to survive, they would have to find others to settle down with. By then, Colette had given up on arguing. When she was afraid, she would cling to her father's hand, and he would ruffle her hair. The world kept moving.

Eventually, Colette found herself in a network of tunnels, living with angry people she didn't know. Few of their faces ever became more than blurs, but there was an old lady named Pam who would smile at her, call her a kitten, and tell her stories of other places. Those stories faded as quickly as the other's faces. She recalled them only as kind sounds no truer than the lake she could barely remember.

Her father left her with Pam a lot. He insisted that she never accompany him or any of the others to the surface. Instead, Pam taught her how to do useful little things. Patch a hole in a sweater, build a fire, read the few books they had in their little hovel. She told Colette to always smile, to do small things for people, and slowly, the others around her would smile back. That was when she began to understand.

In time, her father vanished, and Pam died, leaving a ten year old Colette with the other members of her group. Like her father, they never asked her to go to the surface. She would cook for them, make them clothing, even teach them how to do small things for themselves. But only small things. That was the key.

One by one, all the others also stopped returning, and one day, Colette was alone. That was when she finally left. Saw those awful things. Learned that the darkness was safest.

As soon as she could, she found another group. They, too, would disappear. But not her. Never her.

Relationships: None yet

What you originally brought:
1. Her sewing kit
2. A knife
3. The journal of one man she used to live with

Skills/Abilities:
1. Sewing: Colettte can mend, and with sufficient materials, make, serviceable clothing.
2. Intellect: Colette is extremely good at recognizing patterns and picking up new skills.
3. Cooking: Colette can make food good enough that people actually want to eat it.
4. Social intuition: Colette is very perceptive of visual and verbal cues hinting at the emotions of others.
5. Faking: Over the years, Colette has realized that her own emotions were the enemy and has learned to hide them from others and project fake ones instead.

Weaknesses:
1. Inauthenticity: Those who get too close to Colette are likely to sense the disparity between the ways she speaks and acts and how she actually views things. Despite her skill at mimicking the surface-level emotions of others, she lacks their passion.
2. Physical weakness: Colette can't run fast, nor far, nor can she hold her own in a fight. She is thin and somewhat malnourished. She relies almost entirely on others for protection.
3. Paranoia: Colette feels she is, at all times, putting on a show, and as a result, tends to jump to conclusions when others behave strangely around her.