@Ambra I'm thinking he just wants some character variation.
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@josephbOh, I've done that, yep.
Name:
Rowena 'Moden' Leigh
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Glasgow, Scotland.
Appearance:
Personality:
Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.
Occupation before the breakout:
Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.
Skills:
Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.
Fears/incompetencies:
Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.
Equipment:
One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.
Group:
On her own with the dog.
History:
Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.
Rowena 'Moden' Leigh
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Glasgow, Scotland.
Appearance:
Personality:
Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.
Occupation before the breakout:
Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.
Skills:
Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.
Fears/incompetencies:
Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.
Equipment:
One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.
Group:
On her own with the dog.
History:
Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.
@josephb Sure. Should I remove it from the OOC page? Becuase I'm not sure how to do that.
The second-last can of beef and vegetable soup was tossed into whatever currently remained in the sewer system, the plastic spoon sailing in after it, joining it in its sad fate. Elbow resting on her knee, Rowena stared at the can before reaching around and scratching her dog behind the ear. Themistocles hadn't seemed interested in the can nor the plastic spoon but just whined, painfully bored. It was understandable. They'd been living here in the sewers for quite some time, scavenging the above ground area for whatever they needed to survive then slipping back down. The stench and filth stopped bothering her after the first few weeks, but her dog deserved some clean air, or so she personally thought anyway. Plus, if she ate another cold can of soup she just might lose her mind. Whatever was left of it.
"Into the woods with a pack and a blade. A cigar box medkit, retractable spade. Flint and steel. Pine needle bed. There ain't nothing like the woods. To clear your head," Rowena sang, watching the Malamute walk a few paces in front of her, sniffing at whatever was left of the outside world. They'd already gotten everything they needed from this area, so it was time to move on and look further along the road. Rowena played with the broken pipe she'd brought with her, swinging it to the tune as she sang quietly. She had the luxury of taking her time, walking in the center of the highway with a watchful eye on Themistocles. There weren't any walkers as of yet so she thought she'd take advantage of this, heading out further than usual in hopes of finding something or someone new.
It was after about forty-five minutes of walking that Rowena came about the first signs of intelligent life. About six silhouettes, from what she could tell. With a click of her tongue and a pat to her thigh, Themistocles was back at her side, leather collar pressed to her hip. She hadn't seen people in almost an entire year and was more than cautious. If they had guns and decided they didn't like her, she'd be royally screwed. However, she wasn't keen on being alone in this place for another year or for however long she had left to live. So she gathered her courage, keeping her dog close and her weapon closer, and slowly made her way toward the group.
"Into the woods with a pack and a blade. A cigar box medkit, retractable spade. Flint and steel. Pine needle bed. There ain't nothing like the woods. To clear your head," Rowena sang, watching the Malamute walk a few paces in front of her, sniffing at whatever was left of the outside world. They'd already gotten everything they needed from this area, so it was time to move on and look further along the road. Rowena played with the broken pipe she'd brought with her, swinging it to the tune as she sang quietly. She had the luxury of taking her time, walking in the center of the highway with a watchful eye on Themistocles. There weren't any walkers as of yet so she thought she'd take advantage of this, heading out further than usual in hopes of finding something or someone new.
It was after about forty-five minutes of walking that Rowena came about the first signs of intelligent life. About six silhouettes, from what she could tell. With a click of her tongue and a pat to her thigh, Themistocles was back at her side, leather collar pressed to her hip. She hadn't seen people in almost an entire year and was more than cautious. If they had guns and decided they didn't like her, she'd be royally screwed. However, she wasn't keen on being alone in this place for another year or for however long she had left to live. So she gathered her courage, keeping her dog close and her weapon closer, and slowly made her way toward the group.
@josephb Alrighty, thanks.
@josephb Thanks for the acceptance. Would it be possible for me to get a quick rundown of what's happened so far? I'm thinking of putting my character in the sewer system by a construction site, so she could meet the others halfway while out on a supply run.
Name:
Rowena 'Moden' Leigh
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Glasgow, Scotland.
Appearance:
Personality:
Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.
Occupation before the breakout:
Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.
Skills:
Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.
Fears/incompetencies:
Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.
Equipment:
One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.
Group:
On her own with the dog.
History:
Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.
Rowena 'Moden' Leigh
Gender:
Female
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Glasgow, Scotland.
Appearance:
Personality:
Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.
Occupation before the breakout:
Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.
Skills:
Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.
Fears/incompetencies:
Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.
Equipment:
One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.
Group:
On her own with the dog.
History:
Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.
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