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Name: Thalia Angelica Carmichael
Aliases: Angel, Thalia Gonzalez
Age: 27
Birthday: March 21 (Aries)
Ethnicity: Caucasian and Hispanic
Birth Place: San Francisco, CA
Location: Boston, MA
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Electronics Engineering/Criminal Justice at Suffolk University (Go Rams!)
Occupation: Security Specialist and Trainer, MSS Boston Office
Languages: English (slight Boston accent), Spanish (Fluent)
Height: 5â9â
Weight: 145
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, short
Skin Tone: Pale Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced (regularly wears studs), slash marks on her lower back and side, bullet scar below left collarbone.
Sexuality: Hetero (sporadic fluidity)
Relationship Status: Single, not looking
Personality:
Experience has taught Angel to stay cautious and feel out people before letting her guard down, especially in recent years. There is an independent streak in her that used to be much more pronounced; the Apocalypse has taught her the wisdom of community, even if she stays near the fringe. Once she relaxes and begins to trust, she reveals a young lady who is dedicated and fiercely loyal. Angel is generally respectful to people, if not always 100% compliant.
The rogue Gonzalez dislikes authority for its own sake. She will follow orders, but from people that she genuinely respects. Even then it is taken as something of a guideline, changeable as the situation changes. The same applies to the reciprocal of this: Angel is not always comfortable taking on positions of final authority. Specific circumstances would have to be present for her to volunteer for leadership roles. Angel has no desire for power over others, preferring to contribute to a group as an individual pulling her weight, working within her skill set.
Angel is a decent person, if very rough around the edges. She has strong protective instincts for those she considers friends, and like many in her family has a profound sense of family honor and its darker aspects. Despite this, she does not fully possess the brash, in-your-face manner of her Prima, nor the quiet, raw intimidation of her TĂo. She is not a stereotype of her lineage, though the influence is remarkable. Angel remains her own person, a little more pragmatic and cautious than some of her bloodline, yet unmistakably part of the Familia.
She also loves to eat, and has a lack of formal manners in that regard. Oddly enough, she is one of those blessed types with a freaky ideal metabolism. She can keep shoveling it in, the calories only serving to maintain her form without causing noticeable gain. The Apocalypse has made this less of an issue as of late. Another interesting thing of note - since the Outbreak, Angel has shown signs of budding pyromania. It remains to be seen whether it is an interest or an obsession, but so far she has not been foolish about it. The girl just likes fire.
Habits: Thinking out loud, absently playing with sharp things
Hobbies: Training, building fires
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Pre Outbreak Skills:
Post Outbreak Skills:
Current Supplies:
Your First Walker Encounter:
A late evening at work turned into an early morning. Angel remembered waking up on a couch in her office just before the sun illuminated the Boston skyline. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and decided that then was as good as time as any for breakfast.
There was a bakery she liked a handful of blocks away from the office, so she took a quick jog up the mostly deserted street, the smell of fresh bread and pastry calling her onward. Before she made it to her breakfast spot, Angel noticed a trio of people stumbling up an intersecting avenue, strangely wearing stained hospital gowns and seemingly unaware of their surroundings, very likely coming from the nearby Medical Center.
She saw them try to attack a stray dog, and when a morning shift garbage collector stopped to see if they needed help, they clawed and bit him savagely. The man escaped the attack and got back on his vehicle. The last she saw of them, the Sanitation workers were driving in the direction of the hospital, and the three attackers were shambling after the garbage truck.
In hindsight, that was her first Walker encounter. The experience wasn't a total loss, though: Angel was able to pick up a box of creme doughnuts and a loaf of cranberry almond bread.
History Before Outbreak:
Born in San Francisco to a single mother, Thalia Carmichael had no knowledge of her biological father until the age of ten. Her mother, a Miss Angelica Carmichael (maternal family name), left the father the day she discovered that she was pregnant. The history of the Gonzalez family was soaked in blood, and she had been planning to make a discreet exit from them anyway. Angelica wanted a safe, normal life for her daughter. As soon as little Thalia was old enough to travel, they moved to the elder Miss Carmichaelâs home city of Boston, MA.
Unbeknownst to all, Benicio Gonzalez (biological father, independent contractor, and firearms enthusiast) had taken a semi-retired lifestyle and joined the Priesthood. In his younger years, Benicio entered and graduated from a prominent Seminary school; circumstances led to his more combative lifestyle before taking his Vows. Addressed as Father Benicio Gonzalez, he still performed the occasional service related to his former life.
A car accident in Boston deprived Thalia of her mother. In her will, she revealed the identity of her biological father, Benicio Gonzalez, briefly explained their history and why she was kept from them. When he was notified of this, there was an understandable element of surprise involved. DNA tests confirmed their relation, and Thalia was released into his care. It was a little unusual, a priest with a daughter, but they got the permission of the Church and the State found no legal reason to keep them separated. Benicio took to calling her Angel, a pet name he used for her mother.
From the age of ten, Thalia (Angel) was raised as a Gonzalez, with all of the good and bad that came with the privilege. She idolized her older Prima, Alicia, wanting to be like her in many ways. This is probably why she took to the family business and college with as much gusto as she did. Her area of expertise differed, but there was a significant amount of overlap in their skill sets. College and the beginning of a legitimate career working for her TĂo & Prima as a Security Specialist (with opportunities for trouble every now and again) was her life plan, and it wasnât bad. Over years of training with her family, she was even able to distill and quantify the unarmed fighting technique utilized by the elder Gonzalez brothers and their predecessors, breaking it down into a teachable discipline. Angel entered several local and regional boxing matches of questionable legality as they came up, honing her techniques until the competitors refused to step into a ring with her anymore unless the âMarquess of Queensberry Rulesâ were applied.
History Since Outbreak:
Miss Carmichael was assigned to her old stomping grounds in Boston as the siteâs Electronics Engineer and Close Combat Trainer when the Outbreak began. As the situation became royally screwed with zero clear endgame in sight, Angel decided to book it back for the central office in Chattanooga, TN, hopefully to meet up with her family and figure out what to do from there. The problem then became sneaking out of a major metropolitan area that the military could not hold onto with full resources and manpower. In the beginning, it took much longer than expected. Building by building, block by block, ever southward until she escaped the city proper.
When she finally reached Chattanooga, there was evidence of continued Post-Outbreak survival of some of her uncleâs people at the Home Office, though she could not tell how long before they had vacated. She did note that some of their signature working gear (personal machetes, leather vest, knives, motorcycles, etc.) were missing, but the place was not ransacked. Her satellite phone had died some time before, or she would have tried one of he few communication systems left to the world. Keeping hope alive, Thalia re-equipped with what she could find, and set out for Metro Atlanta. For various reasons, it seemed the most logical place they might try next, if they chose to brave the hordes diffusing from the higher population area. They might make a push to Texas or Mexico from there, meeting back up with whatever family might survive. It was worth a shot.
Some hard times later, a starving and desperate young lady was picked up by a group of medieval and Viking reenactors on horseback, wearing old-world armor. It was a little freaky at first for the urban and pragmatic Angel, but she stayed with them for some time in their little Castle Town in Fairburn, recovering and growing stronger. She learned many useful survival skills from the Northumbrian community, teaching some of her own in trade and helping them out with runs and defense. It was really a fine time for Angel; she dedicated herself to learning as much as she could as completely as possible, training almost constantly. It was like a bad Kung-Fu movie from the 1970's, where the protagonist walls up in a Shaolin Monastery for great lengths of time and emerges a better, stronger, and wiser person. But with Vikings. And Jousters. And grizzled, medieval(ish) survivalists. She made an interesting Half-Latina Shieldmaiden.
Then disease hit Fairburn hard. Angel made the decision to leave when it got really bad, as many did. She spent some time traveling by herself, mostly just surviving on her own and plotting her next move. The Gonzalez clan was large and reaching, but the center of their existence was in Monterrey, Mexico. She would try there next. It would be a hell of a journey.
More recently, the errant Miss Carmichael stumbled across the mother lode: an mostly intact electronics supply store. Inside, she found the tools and parts necessary to repair her satellite phone. Soon after, she was able get a solid charge into a couple of compatible batteries by rigging a charger and hotwiring a car as a power source. It was unsuitable for transportation, but it made a passable makeshift generator. With food starting to run low (but a full battery charge), Thalia is attempting to reach out to anyone in her contacts list that might still have a working company phone. It is a long shot, to be certain. But worth it, and a more productive use of battery power than rocking a few levels of Tetris 2006.
Angel had been holing up in a tank for the last part of the winter. Yes, a TANK. When you see a massive piece of custom motorized armor coming up the road at you in the middle of a coverless clearing on level ground, you can either give the gunner a moving target or you can hold fast and find out what the hell is going on. As it was alone and headed in her direction, she took a risk and stuck out her thumb.
Now that the weather was beginning to break, the time had come to set back out into the world. She has braced herself for the extremely high probability that her immediate family is dead, but feels obligated to find out.
Character Quote:
âYeah. Itâs going to be real hard to do that without teeth.â
"We've all lost stuff. All you can do is keep moving forward."
Theme Song:
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
Really? That's a question? Ok, I mostly ran from them. Running's not always an option, so I have put down plenty. Never stopped to count.
How Many People Have You Killed:
I don't like this question. People stop being people when they think raping and eating folks is a good idea. The ones that just want to kill you or rob you aren't much better. You're just as dead.
I'm really not sure. Twelve, maybe? Hard to say. Baker's dozen? It's not something I like dwelling on.
Why:
Because I'm not willing to go gentle. How about that?
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659
Faceclaim: Jacqueline Toboni
Knew Astrid Hansen and Bridgette Vinters due to previous involvement with the Fairburn group. Might know others wandering in the region because of this.
Since Fairburn, Angel's armed combat style has changed up a bit. She now fights more defensively, often utilizing her Etool (folded position) as a small shield in conjunction with her machete against armed opppnents. Against the Dead, she is likely to utilize her spear first, keeping distance.
A popular survivalist tactic she picked up involves using her primitive spear in her off-hand defensively, keeping attacking creatures at a distance while wielding her machete in her dominant hand. The technique was invented to keep larger predators at bay, but works effectively against single to small groups of the Dead with minor modification.
Unarmed, she's all Gonzalez. No need to change anything there, and is in fact a more valid technique now than before. She used to mix it up with a certain angry viking blacksmith with a similar pugilistic background. For fun.
Refers to zombies as "Zeds". Whether this refers to a French sounding "Ze Dead", the British Isles pronounciation of the last letter of the English alphabet, or just something that they started calling them in Boston toward the beginning, it's Zed.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Thalia Angelica Carmichael, Security Specialist, MSS
Character Summary
Name: Thalia Angelica Carmichael
Aliases: Angel, Thalia Gonzalez
Age: 27
Birthday: March 21 (Aries)
Ethnicity: Caucasian and Hispanic
Birth Place: San Francisco, CA
Location: Boston, MA
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Electronics Engineering/Criminal Justice at Suffolk University (Go Rams!)
Occupation: Security Specialist and Trainer, MSS Boston Office
Languages: English (slight Boston accent), Spanish (Fluent)
Appearance
Height: 5â9â
Weight: 145
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, short
Skin Tone: Pale Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced (regularly wears studs), slash marks on her lower back and side, bullet scar below left collarbone.
Psychology
Guarded * Independent * Loyal * Direct
Sexuality: Hetero (sporadic fluidity)
Relationship Status: Single, not looking
Personality:
Experience has taught Angel to stay cautious and feel out people before letting her guard down, especially in recent years. There is an independent streak in her that used to be much more pronounced; the Apocalypse has taught her the wisdom of community, even if she stays near the fringe. Once she relaxes and begins to trust, she reveals a young lady who is dedicated and fiercely loyal. Angel is generally respectful to people, if not always 100% compliant.
The rogue Gonzalez dislikes authority for its own sake. She will follow orders, but from people that she genuinely respects. Even then it is taken as something of a guideline, changeable as the situation changes. The same applies to the reciprocal of this: Angel is not always comfortable taking on positions of final authority. Specific circumstances would have to be present for her to volunteer for leadership roles. Angel has no desire for power over others, preferring to contribute to a group as an individual pulling her weight, working within her skill set.
Angel is a decent person, if very rough around the edges. She has strong protective instincts for those she considers friends, and like many in her family has a profound sense of family honor and its darker aspects. Despite this, she does not fully possess the brash, in-your-face manner of her Prima, nor the quiet, raw intimidation of her TĂo. She is not a stereotype of her lineage, though the influence is remarkable. Angel remains her own person, a little more pragmatic and cautious than some of her bloodline, yet unmistakably part of the Familia.
She also loves to eat, and has a lack of formal manners in that regard. Oddly enough, she is one of those blessed types with a freaky ideal metabolism. She can keep shoveling it in, the calories only serving to maintain her form without causing noticeable gain. The Apocalypse has made this less of an issue as of late. Another interesting thing of note - since the Outbreak, Angel has shown signs of budding pyromania. It remains to be seen whether it is an interest or an obsession, but so far she has not been foolish about it. The girl just likes fire.
Habits: Thinking out loud, absently playing with sharp things
Hobbies: Training, building fires
Fears:
- Stagnation
- Trusting the wrong people
- Failing her duties
Likes:
- Fire
- Alone time
- Food
- Sharp Things
- Sparring
- Tinkering
Dislikes:
- Condescension
- Unnecessary Cruelty
- Loud Noises
- Boredom
- Lazy Folk
- Large Crowds
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Security Procedures
- Electronics
- Familia Gonzalez PresiĂłn Boxeo (Switch-Hitter Mexican Pressure Boxing, Incapacitating Style - Experienced, Improvisational)
- Sharp Weapons
- Pistol
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Survival
- Equestrian
- Stealth
- Spear
- Shield
- Firebuilding
- Scavenging/Foraging
Current Supplies:
- Current Clothing - Fitting jeans, grey sleeveless hoodie shirt, black leather medium length coat, grey & black striped rugby scarf (Gru), hiking boots, tactical utility belt. Wears simple ear studs, occasionally black sunglasses.
- Framed Hiking Pack (contains blankets, random cans of food & ramen, tarp, cordage, canteen of water, kindling, cook kit)
- Glock 17s Pistol
- Extra Clip 9mm NATO
- Machete (KA-BAR, cutlass style, modular cordura sheath, keeps on her back)
- Tactical Automatic Knife (Benchmade)
- Satellite Phone
- Electronics B/R Kit
- Leatherman Multitool
- Firestarter
- Military Entrenching Tool (folding, sharp and serrated edges, occasionally uses it as a buckler)
- Crude Spear (carbon/fire hardened, sharpened, shaded growth sapling - about seven feet with foot long, polished black, flat tapered point, approximately two and a half inches thick, several feet of paracord wrapped around haft)
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
A late evening at work turned into an early morning. Angel remembered waking up on a couch in her office just before the sun illuminated the Boston skyline. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and decided that then was as good as time as any for breakfast.
There was a bakery she liked a handful of blocks away from the office, so she took a quick jog up the mostly deserted street, the smell of fresh bread and pastry calling her onward. Before she made it to her breakfast spot, Angel noticed a trio of people stumbling up an intersecting avenue, strangely wearing stained hospital gowns and seemingly unaware of their surroundings, very likely coming from the nearby Medical Center.
She saw them try to attack a stray dog, and when a morning shift garbage collector stopped to see if they needed help, they clawed and bit him savagely. The man escaped the attack and got back on his vehicle. The last she saw of them, the Sanitation workers were driving in the direction of the hospital, and the three attackers were shambling after the garbage truck.
In hindsight, that was her first Walker encounter. The experience wasn't a total loss, though: Angel was able to pick up a box of creme doughnuts and a loaf of cranberry almond bread.
History Before Outbreak:
Born in San Francisco to a single mother, Thalia Carmichael had no knowledge of her biological father until the age of ten. Her mother, a Miss Angelica Carmichael (maternal family name), left the father the day she discovered that she was pregnant. The history of the Gonzalez family was soaked in blood, and she had been planning to make a discreet exit from them anyway. Angelica wanted a safe, normal life for her daughter. As soon as little Thalia was old enough to travel, they moved to the elder Miss Carmichaelâs home city of Boston, MA.
Unbeknownst to all, Benicio Gonzalez (biological father, independent contractor, and firearms enthusiast) had taken a semi-retired lifestyle and joined the Priesthood. In his younger years, Benicio entered and graduated from a prominent Seminary school; circumstances led to his more combative lifestyle before taking his Vows. Addressed as Father Benicio Gonzalez, he still performed the occasional service related to his former life.
A car accident in Boston deprived Thalia of her mother. In her will, she revealed the identity of her biological father, Benicio Gonzalez, briefly explained their history and why she was kept from them. When he was notified of this, there was an understandable element of surprise involved. DNA tests confirmed their relation, and Thalia was released into his care. It was a little unusual, a priest with a daughter, but they got the permission of the Church and the State found no legal reason to keep them separated. Benicio took to calling her Angel, a pet name he used for her mother.
From the age of ten, Thalia (Angel) was raised as a Gonzalez, with all of the good and bad that came with the privilege. She idolized her older Prima, Alicia, wanting to be like her in many ways. This is probably why she took to the family business and college with as much gusto as she did. Her area of expertise differed, but there was a significant amount of overlap in their skill sets. College and the beginning of a legitimate career working for her TĂo & Prima as a Security Specialist (with opportunities for trouble every now and again) was her life plan, and it wasnât bad. Over years of training with her family, she was even able to distill and quantify the unarmed fighting technique utilized by the elder Gonzalez brothers and their predecessors, breaking it down into a teachable discipline. Angel entered several local and regional boxing matches of questionable legality as they came up, honing her techniques until the competitors refused to step into a ring with her anymore unless the âMarquess of Queensberry Rulesâ were applied.
History Since Outbreak:
Miss Carmichael was assigned to her old stomping grounds in Boston as the siteâs Electronics Engineer and Close Combat Trainer when the Outbreak began. As the situation became royally screwed with zero clear endgame in sight, Angel decided to book it back for the central office in Chattanooga, TN, hopefully to meet up with her family and figure out what to do from there. The problem then became sneaking out of a major metropolitan area that the military could not hold onto with full resources and manpower. In the beginning, it took much longer than expected. Building by building, block by block, ever southward until she escaped the city proper.
When she finally reached Chattanooga, there was evidence of continued Post-Outbreak survival of some of her uncleâs people at the Home Office, though she could not tell how long before they had vacated. She did note that some of their signature working gear (personal machetes, leather vest, knives, motorcycles, etc.) were missing, but the place was not ransacked. Her satellite phone had died some time before, or she would have tried one of he few communication systems left to the world. Keeping hope alive, Thalia re-equipped with what she could find, and set out for Metro Atlanta. For various reasons, it seemed the most logical place they might try next, if they chose to brave the hordes diffusing from the higher population area. They might make a push to Texas or Mexico from there, meeting back up with whatever family might survive. It was worth a shot.
Some hard times later, a starving and desperate young lady was picked up by a group of medieval and Viking reenactors on horseback, wearing old-world armor. It was a little freaky at first for the urban and pragmatic Angel, but she stayed with them for some time in their little Castle Town in Fairburn, recovering and growing stronger. She learned many useful survival skills from the Northumbrian community, teaching some of her own in trade and helping them out with runs and defense. It was really a fine time for Angel; she dedicated herself to learning as much as she could as completely as possible, training almost constantly. It was like a bad Kung-Fu movie from the 1970's, where the protagonist walls up in a Shaolin Monastery for great lengths of time and emerges a better, stronger, and wiser person. But with Vikings. And Jousters. And grizzled, medieval(ish) survivalists. She made an interesting Half-Latina Shieldmaiden.
Then disease hit Fairburn hard. Angel made the decision to leave when it got really bad, as many did. She spent some time traveling by herself, mostly just surviving on her own and plotting her next move. The Gonzalez clan was large and reaching, but the center of their existence was in Monterrey, Mexico. She would try there next. It would be a hell of a journey.
More recently, the errant Miss Carmichael stumbled across the mother lode: an mostly intact electronics supply store. Inside, she found the tools and parts necessary to repair her satellite phone. Soon after, she was able get a solid charge into a couple of compatible batteries by rigging a charger and hotwiring a car as a power source. It was unsuitable for transportation, but it made a passable makeshift generator. With food starting to run low (but a full battery charge), Thalia is attempting to reach out to anyone in her contacts list that might still have a working company phone. It is a long shot, to be certain. But worth it, and a more productive use of battery power than rocking a few levels of Tetris 2006.
Angel had been holing up in a tank for the last part of the winter. Yes, a TANK. When you see a massive piece of custom motorized armor coming up the road at you in the middle of a coverless clearing on level ground, you can either give the gunner a moving target or you can hold fast and find out what the hell is going on. As it was alone and headed in her direction, she took a risk and stuck out her thumb.
Now that the weather was beginning to break, the time had come to set back out into the world. She has braced herself for the extremely high probability that her immediate family is dead, but feels obligated to find out.
Extras
Character Quote:
âYeah. Itâs going to be real hard to do that without teeth.â
"We've all lost stuff. All you can do is keep moving forward."
Theme Song:
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
Really? That's a question? Ok, I mostly ran from them. Running's not always an option, so I have put down plenty. Never stopped to count.
How Many People Have You Killed:
I don't like this question. People stop being people when they think raping and eating folks is a good idea. The ones that just want to kill you or rob you aren't much better. You're just as dead.
I'm really not sure. Twelve, maybe? Hard to say. Baker's dozen? It's not something I like dwelling on.
Why:
Because I'm not willing to go gentle. How about that?
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659
Faceclaim: Jacqueline Toboni
Knew Astrid Hansen and Bridgette Vinters due to previous involvement with the Fairburn group. Might know others wandering in the region because of this.
Since Fairburn, Angel's armed combat style has changed up a bit. She now fights more defensively, often utilizing her Etool (folded position) as a small shield in conjunction with her machete against armed opppnents. Against the Dead, she is likely to utilize her spear first, keeping distance.
A popular survivalist tactic she picked up involves using her primitive spear in her off-hand defensively, keeping attacking creatures at a distance while wielding her machete in her dominant hand. The technique was invented to keep larger predators at bay, but works effectively against single to small groups of the Dead with minor modification.
Unarmed, she's all Gonzalez. No need to change anything there, and is in fact a more valid technique now than before. She used to mix it up with a certain angry viking blacksmith with a similar pugilistic background. For fun.
Refers to zombies as "Zeds". Whether this refers to a French sounding "Ze Dead", the British Isles pronounciation of the last letter of the English alphabet, or just something that they started calling them in Boston toward the beginning, it's Zed.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
"I'm sorry, did you want some?"
