ArticBeaver

Seeking male and female writers for a total of ~12 characters marooned on an island (current day)

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The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Becker regarded the new comer with a neutral expression as he approached, his sudden appearance adding a layer of complexity to the already tense situation. As the paramedics wrapped up their assessment and prepared to transport the injured man, Becker watched their departure with a sense of relief. The stranger's inquiry about the victim drew her attention back to him, and she regarded him cautiously, taking a moment to assess his motives.

"We're not entirely sure," Becker replied, her tone guarded yet cooperative. "Seems he got into some sort of altercation, ended up with a nasty bite. Could be anything, really." She gestured towards the departing stretcher, her gaze briefly flickering towards the arriving police officers.

As the officers began their inquiries, Becker noted the man's reaction with a subtle raise of her eyebrow. She refrained from commenting on his unease, opting instead for a diplomatic response. "Looks like the police are here to gather statements. Just routine procedure," she explained, offering a polite yet cautious smile.

"I suppose by any chance, you happen to catch anything that could explain what happened?" gesturing towards the departing stretcher with a subtle tilt of her head. "A bite like that doesn't just happen every day."

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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As the crowd began to disperse, some murmurs of disappointment rippled through the cafe. The offer of complimentary food and drinks swayed a few more patrons to make their exit, their expressions a mix of gratitude and lingering curiosity.

Becker acknowledged the barista's hopeful glance, as she silently urged the remaining patrons to follow suit. Yet for the patrons, despite the tempting offer, the handful that opted to stay, Becker thought, should linger in case their presence was needed for statements or assistance.

Before long, the anticipated arrival of the paramedics cut through the tension. One of them approached the scene.

Becker stepped forward, her voice steady as she briefed the paramedic on the situation. "Possible rabid individual, fever, and exposed bone," she summarized, her tone conveying a sense of urgency as the injured man's condition appeared to worsen. Her trained eyes caught a subtle shift in the man's condition, noting his increasingly pallid complexion and struggle to keep his posture upright. "And he's not looking too well." she added, her concern evident as she gestured towards the now visibly distressed victim.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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The man's description of the injured individual as "rabid" triggered a subtle sense of caution in her. She moved closer to get a clearer view, noting the barista's assessment of the fever and Dave's discovery of the exposed bone.

Amid her assessment, a contemplative doubt lingered—a wondering if there might be a deeper layer to this incident than a conventional human clash. However, being the pragmatic that she is, she dismissed the notion of such a possibility.

"Looks like we stumbled upon a whole new level of bizarre," Becker remarked dryly. She exchanged a glance with Dave, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation.

As Dave initiated the call to 911, Becker addressed the growing crowd with a stern expression. "Alright, folks, let's give them some room. This isn't a show." She hopefully gestured toward the onlookers to prompt the curious crowd's dispersal.

As the emergency unfolded in the cafe, Dave couldn't help but voice the unspoken question on most people's mind. Leaning in slightly, his eyes flickering between Becker and the barista, he cautiously asked, "Do you think it's related to that virus they've been talking about?"

Becker, her gaze briefly shifting from the injured man to meet Dave's eyes, considered the question with a thoughtful expression. "Well, if every fever and exposed bone screamed 'virus,' we'd be living in a pretty bleak world, wouldn't we?" Becker remarked, her words carrying a hint of doubt. "Let's deal with the facts we've got and leave the apocalyptic theories to the movies." With a subtle raise of her eyebrow, she refocused her attention on the injured man, emphasizing the need for practicality in the face of the unknown.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Becker glanced up from her coffee as the friendly barista approached, her blonde hair catching the soft light of the coffee shop. Becker noted the genuine warmth in the girl's blue eyes and offered a small, appreciative smile. "Just the usual, thanks," Becker replied, indicating her nearly empty cup. Dave, slightly more talkative in this moment, chimed in, "Yeah, I'll take a refill, please."

As the barista bustled about, wiping down the counter, she initiated some casual small talk, maybe attempting to foster a sense of camaraderie, she thought. Becker, never one to divulge too much, responded with a half-smile, "Busy night. You know how it is."

Despite being a regular at the coffee shop, she had never bothered to learn the barista's name. It wasn't a deliberate choice, but Becker does have a tendency to keep a certain distance, even in familiar settings.

The peaceful ambiance of the coffee shop, however, was abruptly shattered by the forceful entry of a distressed individual. A man burst through the door, clutching his bleeding arm, panic etched across his face.

Becker's demeanor shifted instantaneously the moment she saw blood. Without a word, her training kicked in, and her instincts took over. She shot a quick, authoritative look at Dave, her eyes conveying the urgency of the moment.

"Dave, the first aid," Becker directed, her tone no-nonsense and focused. Dave, recognizing the gravity of the situation, nodded briskly and hurried towards the designated area where the first aid kit was kept.

As Dave retrieved the kit, Becker was already by the injured man's side, her movements swift and efficient. The barista, still holding a bundle of napkins, looked on with concern.

"Jesus," the experienced EMT breathed out under her breath, the sight of the deep, ragged bite wound spoke volumes about the potential danger they were dealing with. It resembles the mark of a wild animal than a typical human confrontation. "Who the hell goes around randomly biting people?" she says, as she attempted to stop the bleeding.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location: ER >> Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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It was 7 AM in the city that never sleeps, and Becker had just wrapped up a particularly hectic night shift. Dark circles adorned her eyes, a testament to the chaos she'd navigated in the ER. Dave, her ever-present co-worker with a penchant for asking questions she seldom felt like answering, looked up from his duffel bag which he was busily organizing.

"Morning, Dave," Becker deadpanned, tossing her worn-out EMT cap onto the table. Dave, sporting an optimistic smile, asked the predictable question, "Any exciting plans for our day off?" Becker shot the young rookie a glance that could rival her usual sarcasm, "Oh, you know, the usual: saving the world and catching up on sleep."

Dave chuckled, his attempt at playing along with Becker's sarcastic remark. "Really? Must be a demanding superhero gig you got there, Becker. Any capes involved or just the EMT uniform?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. Becker, unfazed, shot back with a smirk, "Just the uniform, Dave. Capes are so last year." Their banter, a mix of humor and camaraderie, continued as they settled into their routine coffee shop visits after work.

As they made their way inside, the low hum of conversation and the distant clinking of coffee cups filled the cozy coffee shop. Becker and Dave snagged a corner booth, the flickering glow of the muted TV screen casting a subtle glow on their faces. The news anchor's voice cut through the ambient noise, announcing the latest developments about the spreading virus beyond the borders.

Becker, nonchalantly stirring her coffee, glanced up at the screen. "Well, isn't this just the cherry on top of a delightful day?" she remarked. Dave, ever the optimist, tried to sound concerned, "They say it's getting serious out there. What if it reaches us?" Becker rolled her eyes, "Please, Dave. We've survived the chaos of the ER; a little virus won't ruffle our feathers. Pass me the sugar will you?"

The banter continued as they exchanged thoughts on the unfolding situation. "I bet it's just a ploy for a new zombie-themed reality show. You know, 'Apocalypse Island' or something," Becker joked, still a bit skeptical about the seriousness of this so called virus, whilst taking a sip of her coffee. Dave, attempting to mask his genuine concern with a chuckle, replied, "If it is, we better start practicing our zombie-fighting skills."

As the seasoned EMT and the younger rookie under her watchful eye, she sees in Dave a combination of earnestness and enthusiasm that occasionally borders on endearing. While Becker is known for her sarcastic and no-nonsense demeanor, she doesn't mind Dave's company, finding a peculiar comfort in the routine banter they share during their shifts and their post-work coffee outings.

Their conversation, weaving between dry humor and the underlying seriousness of the news. Becker, with her casual yet cutting remarks, and Dave, dancing between concern and failed attempts at wit, found a peculiar comfort in navigating the uncertainties of the post-shift coffee chat and the brewing storm on the TV screen.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

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Becker

"A good knife, whiskey, and a bit of sarcasm: the true trifecta to surviving this madness. "

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Character Summary

Name: Janice Becker
Aliases:Jan, Beck
Age: 28
Birthday: Jan 8
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Born in Kowloon, raised in the States.
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Ex-Military turned EMT/Paramedic
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5'8
Weight: 126 lbs
Body Type: Slender, defined muscles.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Chocolate
Skin Tone: Tan, Sun-kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Piercings on both earlobes, two on left ear (cartilage)
Personal Style: Becker's personal style is a fusion of pragmatism and resilience, a reflection of her ex-Marine training. Her dark hair, worn in a practical bun or ponytail, reaches just past her shoulders, providing both functionality and a no-nonsense appearance that aligns with her disciplined demeanor. Her piercing almond-shaped eyes harbor a keen sense of observation and readiness for any situation.

Choosing simplicity in her clothing, Becker opts for practicality. Jeans and sturdy boots serve as the foundation of her attire, offering durability and mobility essential for survival. She pairs these with comfortable tank tops that allow for ease of movement. Her attire is often complemented by weathered military jackets, a visible homage to her Marine past, or rugged leather jackets that withstand the rigors of the a soon to be chaotic world. Despite her easy-going appearance, her discipline from her Marine training underscores her every move, evident in her poised and composed demeanor amidst the harsh surroundings she navigates.

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Psychology

Cynically Optimistic * Skeptical * Tenacious * Guarded * Sarcastic * Unwilling Vulnerability

Sexuality: Undecided
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Becker embodies a complex interplay of multifaceted conflicts to her personality. Her unwillingness to show vulnerability acts as an armor against the harsh realities the world, a shield forged by her past experiences, making her cautious and guarded in her interactions. Stemming from a deeply ingrained skepticism and distrust, Becker approaches new encounters with a wariness, hesitant to let down her guard easily. Her stubbornness for one, born from her ex-Marine background, manifests as an unyielding determination—a trait that fuels her resilience, driving her forward even in the bleakest of circumstances. Coupled with her sharp wit, Becker navigates the chaos with a mix of both cynicism and optimism, using humor as a coping mechanism, blending sarcasm and occasional glimpses of hope to cope with the grimness around her.

Internally, Becker grapples with a constant tug-of-war between her despair and moments of hopefulness. Rooted in a deep distrust of others and the world, she pushes through the challenges in forming close connections or accepting help. Her fear to expose vulnerabilities stems from the worries of appearing weak, be taken advantage of and or just being hurt, making it an ultimate test for her to let others in. Amidst these internal conflicts, Becker's tenacious spirit propels her forward, striving to find a balance between her guardedness and the need for genuine connections, all while using her sharp wit, cunning and humor to navigate the complexities of hell on earth and the intricacies of her own psyche.

Character Alignment: True Neutral
Habits:
Quiet Contemplation Becker frequently takes moments at dawn for silent contemplation or meditation. This reflective habit helps her gather thoughts, find focus, and mentally prepare for the challenges of the day ahead, serving as a way to center herself amidst the chaos.
Physical Exercise Maintaining physical fitness is a habit from her Marine days that Becker upholds. She engages in simple exercises like push-ups, squats, or running short distances to stay in shape, recognizing the importance of being physically fit in a dangerous world.
Hobbies: During quiet nights, when the skies are clear of both chaos and clouds, she gazes at the stars with a salvaged telescope, mapping constellations and charting celestial movements. She developed this hobby as a child, when out camping in the woods with her dad and older brother.
Fears:

• Isolation
• Vulnerability to the wrong people
• Hopelessness

Likes:

• Stargazing
• Taking Photographs, despite being an amateur
• Going on early morning runs
• Target practice
• Camping
• Singing (although she sucks at it)
• Alcohol (in moderation of course)

Dislikes:

• Unnecessary conflict
• Confrontations
• Losing her cool
• Feeling exposed or vulnerable
• Arrogance
• Frogs

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills: (Pick five skills that they had before the outbreak happened.)

• Emergency Medical training / first aid.
• Self defense
• Light Firearms
• Swimming
• Driving

Post Outbreak Skills: (For players who are submitting during the start of the RP keep this blank these will be added as skill rewards throughout the RP. If you are submitting a character after the first arc you may add five to start with.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Grey tank top under her EMT Jacket, pair of jeans, heavy boots, emerald necklace, sports bra and underwear
• Purse/Wallet - Driver's licence, Work ID, 132 USD bills & change, credit cards, phone, pager, apartment & car keys.
• Nicotine gum.
• Mini First aid Kit
• Small flashlight

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History

Life Before The Outbreak
Becker's childhood, shaped by a military family's structure, was enriched by her father's love for the outdoors. He often led stargazing excursions into remote areas, creating cherished moments under the night sky with her father and brother. These experiences instilled a deep fascination and a profound connection to nature within Becker. The tranquility of stargazing became a refuge, grounding her amidst the frequent relocations and instilling a lifelong passion for the cosmos.

After her premed degree, Becker was driven by a fervent, albeit naive desire to serve, protect, and make a difference. Her induction into the military marked the beginning of rigorous training that tested both her physical and mental fortitude. Excelling in physical fitness tests and displaying unwavering determination, her resilience and ability to keep a cool head in high-pressure situations became evident during intense drills and simulations.

Becker prioritized her skills as an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) within the military. She displayed exceptional composure and expertise in providing medical aid during emergencies, demonstrating a compassionate yet decisive approach to saving lives amidst chaotic circumstances.

But trauma and sacrifice that came with serving, had left a sense of devastation to those who lost. She considered them her friends, brothers and sisters, which stirred a depressing mixture of survivor's guilt, anger, and profound grief. One could say that this became a turning point for her, fostering a guarded cynicism and intensifying her skepticism for companionship, significantly influencing her approach to trust and camaraderie. And she brought it with her years after her tenure.

She was honorably discharged, and eventually, found work as a paramedic. Becker confronted loss and tragedy head-on, fostering an unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. Her experiences, left her unfazed, numb to it even, deeply impacted her perception of the world and existence in general. Though she found ways to cope through light hearted humor, she accepted loss as an inevitable part of her new reality, acknowledging its weight while refusing to let it consume her.

Survivor's Personal Journal:

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Bittersweet Symphony

Extra Information: Shaun of the Dead | Zombieland
Post
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Best Chance (Band RP)

Silver

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_{Full Name}
Silveria Alonso
_Nickname
Silver
_Gender
Female
_Age
26
_Appearance

Silver, a petite and enchanting figure, stands at a delicate 5'2", her presence defying her stature. Long, flowing locks of dark brown hair cascade gracefully down her back, framing a face adorned with soft features. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, reflect both a quiet wisdom and a hint of playfulness.

Whether she's strumming acoustic tunes or shredding electric solos, her passion for music is palpable, and her performances resonate with a soulful energy that captivates audiences.

Offstage, Silver's casual and comfortable fashion sense remains a constant. Graphic shirts peek out from under her open Hawaiian shirts, a nod to her laid-back attitude and love for self-expression. Faded jeans or skirts allow her the freedom to move effortlessly between the worlds of everyday life and the stage. The well-worn white sneakers are not just a fashion statement but a testament to the miles she's traveled on her musical journey.

_Personality
Silver is a quiet and reserved individual, often staying in the background during casual interactions. She exudes a calm and meek demeanor, preferring observation over participation. However, once she steps onto a stage, she transforms. There's an unexpected energy that emanates from her, captivating those around her with a vibrant and lively presence.

Despite her reserved nature, Silver is a thoughtful and introspective listener. She may seem withdrawn, but her depth of understanding and wisdom shines through in her conversations. Her quiet nature doesn't diminish her insights; rather, it adds to her ability to connect deeply with others.

In her introspective moments, Silver contemplates life's complexities, offering a unique perspective born from her observations. Her simple and unassuming presence conceals a rich inner world, making her an intriguing and cherished companion to those who take the time to discover the layers beyond her serene exterior.

Silver's resilience is her silent anthem, a testament to her ability to navigate the world with grace despite the complexities within. She is a storyteller, not only through her music but also through the quiet strength with which she faces the world. In the tapestry of her personality, one discovers a woman who finds beauty in contrasts, harmony in contradictions, and strength in the delicate dance of life.

_{Instrument(s)}
Guitars, Banjo, Ukelele

_{Favorite Music Genres}
Progressive Metal, Psychedelic Rock, Indie Electronic

_Background
Silver emerged into the world in a small town on the outskirts of a thriving metropolis. Raised in a family that cherished creativity, her parents, both artists in their own right, instilled a love for expression and individuality from a young age.

Her early years were a blend of artistic exploration and a search for identity. While her outward demeanor exuded a quiet grace and approachability, internally, she found solace and passion in the unexpected realms of Progressive Metal, Psychedelic Rock, and Indie Electronic music. The contrasting nature of her musical tastes became a source of personal rebellion, a way for her to carve out her own space in the world.

Navigating the delicate nuances of social interactions, Silver found solace in the language of music. Unbeknownst to many, she was diagnosed with autism spectrum, a fact that shaped the way she perceived and interacted with the world. Her gentle demeanor and soft features often masked the intricacies of her internal landscape.

As Silver entered adolescence, she discovered the guitar and, almost magically, found her voice within its strings. Her fingers danced on the frets, translating the complexity of her inner world into mesmerizing melodies. Music became a sanctuary where she could channel the dichotomy of her gentle exterior and the pulsating energy of her eclectic taste.

She moved out after high school and temporarily pursued a college degree, but Silver had other plans for herself. Above else, performing and creating music is what matters to her, even opted to drop out, and work in retail to support her career. The band isn't just about pursuing a dream of stardom for Silver—it's a ticket to camaraderie and a genuine connection with like-minded individuals. The desire to join the band is fueled by a deep yearning for something more, a longing for true understanding, creative expression, and acceptance.

Joining the band represents a break from the routine and a leap into a world where her true passion can take center stage. It's an opportunity to rewrite her story, not just as a musician but as someone who finds genuine connection and support within a community that values her for who she is.

In her late teens, Silver decided to break away from the comfort of her small town and venture into the pulsating heart of the nearby city. Here, she immersed herself in the vibrant music scene, attending concerts, collaborating with fellow musicians, and honing her craft. Silver's journey unfolded as she navigated through the diverse landscapes of Progressive Metal stages, Psychedelic Rock festivals, and the underground Indie Electronic scene.

Behind her casual, unassuming appearance, Silver became a force on the stage, captivating audiences with her unexpected fusion of genres. Her performances spoke of an artist who had found harmony in embracing contradictions. Offstage, she cultivated a life that balanced the tranquility of her family roots with the electric energy of the urban soundscape.

The Dead Don't Die.

@Nallore Oop oki doki. Added my post!

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

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Becker

"A good knife, whiskey, and a bit of sarcasm: the true trifecta to surviving this madness. "

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Character Summary

Name: Janice Becker
Aliases:Jan, Beck
Age: 28
Birthday: Jan 8
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Born in Kowloon, raised in the States.
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Ex-Military turned EMT/Paramedic
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5'8
Weight: 126 lbs
Body Type: Slender, defined muscles.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Chocolate
Skin Tone: Tan, Sun-kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Piercings on both earlobes, two on left ear (cartilage)
Personal Style: Becker's personal style is a fusion of pragmatism and resilience, a reflection of her ex-Marine training. Her dark hair, worn in a practical bun or ponytail, reaches just past her shoulders, providing both functionality and a no-nonsense appearance that aligns with her disciplined demeanor. Her piercing almond-shaped eyes harbor a keen sense of observation and readiness for any situation.

Choosing simplicity in her clothing, Becker opts for practicality. Jeans and sturdy boots serve as the foundation of her attire, offering durability and mobility essential for survival. She pairs these with comfortable tank tops that allow for ease of movement. Her attire is often complemented by weathered military jackets, a visible homage to her Marine past, or rugged leather jackets that withstand the rigors of the a soon to be chaotic world. Despite her easy-going appearance, her discipline from her Marine training underscores her every move, evident in her poised and composed demeanor amidst the harsh surroundings she navigates.

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Psychology

Cynically Optimistic * Skeptical * Tenacious * Guarded * Sarcastic * Unwilling Vulnerability

Sexuality: Undecided
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Becker embodies a complex interplay of multifaceted conflicts to her personality. Her unwillingness to show vulnerability acts as an armor against the harsh realities the world, a shield forged by her past experiences, making her cautious and guarded in her interactions. Stemming from a deeply ingrained skepticism and distrust, Becker approaches new encounters with a wariness, hesitant to let down her guard easily. Her stubbornness for one, born from her ex-Marine background, manifests as an unyielding determination—a trait that fuels her resilience, driving her forward even in the bleakest of circumstances. Coupled with her sharp wit, Becker navigates the chaos with a mix of both cynicism and optimism, using humor as a coping mechanism, blending sarcasm and occasional glimpses of hope to cope with the grimness around her.

Internally, Becker grapples with a constant tug-of-war between her despair and moments of hopefulness. Rooted in a deep distrust of others and the world, she pushes through the challenges in forming close connections or accepting help. Her fear to expose vulnerabilities stems from the worries of appearing weak, be taken advantage of and or just being hurt, making it an ultimate test for her to let others in. Amidst these internal conflicts, Becker's tenacious spirit propels her forward, striving to find a balance between her guardedness and the need for genuine connections, all while using her sharp wit, cunning and humor to navigate the complexities of hell on earth and the intricacies of her own psyche.

Character Alignment: True Neutral
Habits:
Quiet Contemplation Becker frequently takes moments at dawn for silent contemplation or meditation. This reflective habit helps her gather thoughts, find focus, and mentally prepare for the challenges of the day ahead, serving as a way to center herself amidst the chaos.
Physical Exercise Maintaining physical fitness is a habit from her Marine days that Becker upholds. She engages in simple exercises like push-ups, squats, or running short distances to stay in shape, recognizing the importance of being physically fit in a dangerous world.
Hobbies: During quiet nights, when the skies are clear of both chaos and clouds, she gazes at the stars with a salvaged telescope, mapping constellations and charting celestial movements. She developed this hobby as a child, when out camping in the woods with her dad and older brother.
Fears:

• Isolation
• Vulnerability to the wrong people
• Hopelessness

Likes:

• Stargazing
• Taking Photographs, despite being an amateur
• Going on early morning runs
• Target practice
• Camping
• Singing (although she sucks at it)
• Alcohol (in moderation of course)

Dislikes:

• Unnecessary conflict
• Confrontations
• Losing her cool
• Feeling exposed or vulnerable
• Arrogance
• Frogs

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills: (Pick five skills that they had before the outbreak happened.)

• Emergency Medical training / first aid.
• Self defense
• Light Firearms
• Swimming
• Driving

Post Outbreak Skills: (For players who are submitting during the start of the RP keep this blank these will be added as skill rewards throughout the RP. If you are submitting a character after the first arc you may add five to start with.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Grey tank top under her EMT Jacket, pair of jeans, heavy boots, emerald necklace, sports bra and underwear
• Purse/Wallet - Driver's licence, Work ID, 132 USD bills & change, credit cards, phone, pager, apartment & car keys.
• Nicotine gum.
• Mini First aid Kit
• Small flashlight

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History

Life Before The Outbreak
Becker's childhood, shaped by a military family's structure, was enriched by her father's love for the outdoors. He often led stargazing excursions into remote areas, creating cherished moments under the night sky with her father and brother. These experiences instilled a deep fascination and a profound connection to nature within Becker. The tranquility of stargazing became a refuge, grounding her amidst the frequent relocations and instilling a lifelong passion for the cosmos.

After her premed degree, Becker was driven by a fervent, albeit naive desire to serve, protect, and make a difference. Her induction into the military marked the beginning of rigorous training that tested both her physical and mental fortitude. Excelling in physical fitness tests and displaying unwavering determination, her resilience and ability to keep a cool head in high-pressure situations became evident during intense drills and simulations.

Becker prioritized her skills as an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) within the military. She displayed exceptional composure and expertise in providing medical aid during emergencies, demonstrating a compassionate yet decisive approach to saving lives amidst chaotic circumstances.

But trauma and sacrifice that came with serving, had left a sense of devastation to those who lost. She considered them her friends, brothers and sisters, which stirred a depressing mixture of survivor's guilt, anger, and profound grief. One could say that this became a turning point for her, fostering a guarded cynicism and intensifying her skepticism for companionship, significantly influencing her approach to trust and camaraderie. And she brought it with her years after her tenure.

She was honorably discharged, and eventually, found work as a paramedic. Becker confronted loss and tragedy head-on, fostering an unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. Her experiences, left her unfazed, numb to it even, deeply impacted her perception of the world and existence in general. Though she found ways to cope through light hearted humor, she accepted loss as an inevitable part of her new reality, acknowledging its weight while refusing to let it consume her.

Survivor's Personal Journal:

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Bittersweet Symphony

Extra Information: Shaun of the Dead | Zombieland
Post
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.