"Please...help me..."Harley James Whitfield
-Age-16
-Gender-Female
-Sexuality-Bi-curious
-Skills--Horseback riding
-Some marksmanship
-Knows a good amount of first aid
-Used to go on hunting and fishing trips with her dad
-Position-Scout
-Weapons & Equipment--1 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver
-1 Bowie Knife
-1 Canteen of water
-12 rounds .44 Magnum
-2 cans of baked beans
-1 roll of gauze bandage
-1 bottle of antiseptic
-1 pair of surgical scissors
-Clothing, Jewelry, Etc--Personality-Harley's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she is greatly traumatized by all that has occurred to her since the epidemic struck her hometown. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. She is friendly with everyone she meets, but due to certain circumstances, it's hard for her to trust others. Harley's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking.
-Bio-Before the outbreak, life was simple for Harley. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, go fishing and camping at the stock pond, and go hunting with her dad on their property. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....then it happened.
News began to spread rampantly of the outbreak, cases of the virus spreading like wildfire across the U.S. At first, Harley and her folks ignored it, thinking it was just some small epidemic and that it wasn't going to hit Whitesboro any time soon, but as the days dragged on, Harley's optimism began to fade. She would see jets and helicopters and other military vehicles storming through her quiet little town and even past the ranch. Soldiers with guns and hazmat suits were stationed at her school and scanning all of the students, some Harley never seen again. It was a nightmare becoming all too real for Harley, but she was sure the virus wouldn't hit anywhere near her home, not when she lived virtually miles away from anyone....but she was wrong.
One night, when Harley could barely sleep because of the helicopters thundering over her house, she heard her mother scream. Quickly, Harley darted from her bed and to her parents' bedroom, only to discover the horrible truth. Her father had been infected and he eviscerated her mother, nothing left of her but a gory, stomach churning mess. Her father soon took after her and chased her all through the house, finally cornering her in the living room. That was when Harley had to make....the most painful decision of her life. Right as her father pounced on her, Harley quickly grabbed her dad's revolver from the open gun safe and fired frantically six shots, blood and tissue spewing all over her. Once the gunsmoke had settled.....she witnessed what she had done. She fell to her knees dropping the gun and sobbing uncontrollably over her father's disheveled corpse. Since that horrific night, Harley's traveled away from her home, seeking other survivors or at least a place to rest safely.
She took with her a small rucksack full of some essential survival items, such as a first aid kit and rations and ammo for her revolver. Most important, she took with her
Riley, her favorite horse she helped raise since he was a colt, and from then on the two were inseparable....but what she took with her as well.....were the disturbing and tragic memories of that very night....the night she was forced to kill her father....
Cold, tired, weak and hungry...she finally collapsed on the steps of St. Walkers High, after such a long and harrowing journey. It was here she decided to rest for a bit. The group seems friendly enough, but Harley still has her qualms.
-Character Themes-Hurt - By Johnny Cash
Hymn for the Missing - By Red
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"Life is just....fucked up."Elizabeth "Liz" Kainestrom
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||Age|| 17
||Gender||Female
||Sexuality|| Lesbian
||Skills||-Knows alot about the city streets
-Some parkour
-Knows a little bit of lockpicking
-Good endurance from running from the cops all the time
-Good with blunt weapons
||Position||Scavenger
||Weapons & Equipment||-1 metal crowbar
"Just call me Gordon Freeman"-1 switchblade pocket knife
-1 pack of crumpled Marlboro light cigarettes
-1 cigarette lighter
-3 lockpicks
-1 spliff for special occasions
||Clothing, Jewelry, Etc.||||Personality||Cynical and often sarcastic, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana. Her antisocial behavior usually makes it difficult for her to make friends since some view her as just a hoodlum and a troublemaker. She is always lashing out against others and doesn't follow anyone's rules but her own. Despite her rough exterior however, Liz is capable of showing kindness to others. It's just a rare occasion with the girl.
||Bio||Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from
certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to recede more and more into herself. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Elizabeth wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life.
It was rather easy for her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit.
For the next few months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Colorado. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father.
Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she picked the wrong time to do so.
The infestation was in full swing in Blackwall, all hell breaking loose around her. Liz didn't know what to do, freezing in panic at the sight of mass devastation and grisly ghoulish infected shambling around and feasting on human flesh. Soon, a zombie took after her. She ran as far as she could from it, but it quickly caught up to her, pinning her to the ground about to eat her face off. But suddenly she heard a gunshot and felt the nasty gunk of blood and brain matter spew across her face. She looked up, and nearby holding a shotgun was some chick.
"Hurry! Get in here!", the girl shouted to Liz while beckoning her towards the school building...the only safe haven. Liz made it into the building just in the nick of time, but the girl who saved her....didn't.
Since that night Liz has been stuck with this group. She's not a big fan of them, but at least there's some cute girls around.
||Character Themes||Spanish Sahara - By Foals
At A Glance - By Message to Bears
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