⇢ NAMEBrooklyn Rosevelt
⇢ AGETwenty Seven
⇢ GENDERFemale
⇢ BIRTHDAYJune, Seventh
⇢ ETHNICITYCaucasian
⇢ BIRTH PLACEBrooklyn, Kentucky
⇢ OCCUPATIONElementary School Teacher (Art) // Singer
⇢ LANGUAGESEnglish
⇢ STRENGTHS - WEAKNESSES + Nurturing
+ Quick Witted
+ High Endurance
- Petite
- Emotionally Attached
- Easily Manipulated
⇢ WEAPONFireman's Axe
⇢ HEIGHTFive Foot Two
⇢ EYE COLOR Gray
⇢ HAIR COLOR Blonde
⇢ SKIN TONEPearl
⇢ TATTOOS - SCARS - PIERCINGS Double lobe ear piercings, various typical scars, a small music note tattoo behind her ear.
⇢ SEXUALITYHeterosexual
⇢ PERSONALITYCreative. Sentimental. Gentle. Overly Sensitive. Damaged. Clingy.
⇢ RELATIONSHIPSFather - Tony Rosevelt - Unknown before outbreak
Mother - Lisa Rosevelt - Deceased after outbreak
Sibling - Lexington Rosevelt - Older Brother - Unknown current status
Partner - Harris Thompson - Ex Boyfriend - Unknown current status
⇢ BEFORE OUTBREAKTony and Lisa were born and raised in Kentucky. The two were the ultimate definition of high school southern sweethearts. Lisa fell pregnant right after graduation with their first child and son: Lexington (named after the city he was conceived in). Their parents- the grandparents of Lexington loved the little boy, but were not at all happy with the arrangements their children had gotten themselves into. Tony decided right there and then he would become a truck driver to put some food on the table, and diapers on their new baby boy.
Moving often, the family had seen the inside of plenty of motels, hotels, and various trailers. When the two love birds fell pregnant again with their second child- Brooklyn; their parents cut off all ties letting them know that they were on their own. The two didn't care, and continued to work towards a better life- one that seemed so far away.
Tony left for a quick trip job one morning and never returned. Lisa was pretty sure he'd be back someday but as years went by her implanted memories replaced her reality and despite both of her now adult children urging her to move on- she declined.
Lexington moved on, left the state to Portland. Brooklyn stayed close to take care of her mother, she had a rough upbringing but made her way through college to become an art teacher at the local elementary school during the day, and an inspiring country singer at the bar at night.
That is where she met Harris, the man who stole her heart. These two had a whirlwind of a relationship similar to her parents. They loved hard, they fought hard, and eventually Brooklyn found herself pregnant with his child. It was a pure moment of joy for Brooklyn, but not so much for Harris. He wanted her to get rid of the child as soon as possible, after several thousands ignored texts and calls Brooklyn truly considered having an abortion to get back the love of her life; her hardest decision of her life- until the outbreak hit.
⇢ FIRST TIME EXPERIENCENaked from the waist down, sitting in a room at a gynecologist's section of the local clinic in Portland, the move she had made to be closer to her last kin. It had been only a couple months in, but Brooklyn decided to keep the baby. She weighed every option before deciding on keeping the child. She would be strong like her mother and raise the child on her own if she had to. The wait was longer than usual, but she remained patient for over an hour before becoming curious. Walking out into the hallway, she noticed a few other patients had their head poked out of their rooms curious about the hold up as well.
"Y'all been waiting long too?" the girl questioned with returns of nods and other complaints. Suddenly a loud shriek erupted from the lobby. Brooklyn pulled her gown around her small body as not to reveal her bare back and bottom as she walked into the lobby. There she saw a woman with her teeth sunk into the receptionist, oozing blood from the corner of her mouth as she sucked and gnarled into human flesh. Brooklyn took this as a sign to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible, and never looked back.
⇢ CURRENT HISTORY Pregnancy was difficult. Pregnancy during an outbreak of ravagers wanting nothing more than to pick off your flesh was even more difficult. Practically impossible. When it came time to deliver Brooklyn was extremely blessed to have a group of helpful and understanding people. She had been dead weight during the last month, but she made up for it in high moral.
When the baby girl was born, she decide to name her Harris, after her father- despite his absence through out the entirety of the whole ordeal. She lived for a week before dying, suddenly and unexplained. It sent Brooklyn into a spiral, depression and anger wrapped around every inch of her soul. Now, a few months after the incident Brooklyn has regained her happy spirit- even singing once again, despite the horrendous world they lived in.
