Name: Kristina McDevitt aka "Platinum"
Sex: Available, but you won't like the result (Female)
Age: 30
Race: Carrier
Class and Profession: Former Artisan/Courtesan, Current "Criminal"
Appearance: Platinum's nickname and defining trademark as a courtesan was her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. She's happy it retained its color when she became a Carrier. Sadly, it's the only thing that kept it's color. Her skin is now a pale grey, freckled with spots of dark grey, and her once shimmering blue eyes are now empty pools of white, staring out but not showing anything inside. Her hands now sport half-inch long claws, the same color as her eyes. In her prime she had a body that placed her at the top of every patron's wish list, but it's wasted away to a shell of it's former glory as the result of having to scavenge on the wastelands for four years. It's now more wiry than anything, her curves now stretched out over the muscles she needed to add for travel amidst the forsaken earth.
She wears a full-length brown cloak with hood that covers her entire body, for obvious camouflouging reasons. For dealing with the harsh wasteland winters, and to protect from "zombie" bites, she has acquired a thick black jacket, a woollen pair of pants and a pair of boots that while one size too large are the best she can do for protecting her feet and accommodating her additions. Underneath however, she currently wears a rayon tank top and a short pair of shorts pulled from the ruins she called her home for the past three years. They are a small reminder of her former life, of one she hopes against hope to go back to someday.
Skills and Abilities: Four years of constant running and fighting have given Platinum an athletic body, though nothing that would make her a favorite in a gladiatorial match, even the mud wrestling ones. With her infection however, came a set of claws that proved quite useful in helping defend against zombies. The ones on her hands get a lot more action than the ones on her feet, but they are useful nonetheless. She also has enhanced smell receptors, allowing her to know when someone approaches before they have a chance to spot her. By the time they do, they have claws in their jugular.
Equipment: At the current time, Platinum has nothing but the clothes on her back. Weapons are not useful in her hands, and they would weigh her down. If she can get anything useful while in Triumph, she wouldn't be opposed to taking it.
Kristina was born in Rendil, into a moderately successful Artisan family. Her mother was a painter/model and her father was a filmmaker. It became apparent from an early age that Kristina had not only inherited her mother's good looks, but taken her father's flair for the dramatic as well, and she became a top prospect for courtesan training. The three brothels in Rendil fiercely fought to secure her talents and in the end she chose the Loose Cannons as her port of call, taking up the pseudonym "Katy Ka-Boom" and working pyrotechnics into her act, like the legendary performers of old.
After three years, "Katy Ka-Boom's" notoriety grew and the Loose Cannons gained the edge on the other two brothels, the Gilded Cage and Ralph's Old-Fashioned Family Funhouse, and the brawls intensified, making the security forces very happy. However, The Cannons couldn't hold onto their star forever, and a manager from the legendary Golden Sparrow in Baronstadt came calling to acquire her services. They paid a handsome sum to the Cannons for her rights and Kristina was on the move to the big city.
Upon arrival at the Golden Sparrow, she was told she would have to adopt a new persona, in line with the stylings offered by the club. Given that everyone had stage names based on valuable goods, and she already had the hair color to back it up, she took the name "Platinum" and was immediately slotted into the rotation. The ritzy setting didn't allow for the kind of stage show she gave patrons back in Rendil, but her sultry movements and ample body were more than enough to make her one of the most requested escorts at the club.
As she solidified her status as one of the top performers, eventually the lifestyle started catching up to her and she started to grow jaded on the work. She took more joy in mentoring the younger courtesans who still had that sparkle in their eyes, and teaching them the arts of the craft. One in particular, who went by the name of Sapphire, was an especially quick study, and soon supplanted Platinum as the most desirable courtesan, even picking up her own proteges. Platinum didn't mind, as it meant she attracted less attention, and didn't have to get dolled up for travel as often. She thought about retiring, and talked openly about it, wanting to get into painting like her mother did and start a family with a special someone.
One day, a young noble showed up, party in tow. It was his 19th birthday and he was going to celebrate by becoming a man. He demanded the prettiest courtesan available for the entire evening, and since Sapphire and a couple others were out on escort duties, Platinum got the call. Once the two got down to business however, it became apparent that not only was the noble boy unversed in the ways of love-making and lacking in the equipment category, but aggressive and violent when he failed, blaming the escort instead of himself. He slapped Platinum, and not in an erotic way. Eventually, Platinum had enough and shoved the noble away, chiding him for his shortcomings. She promised not to spread word about it to the other nobles if he paid her in full and went out on his way. The noble thought for a moment before dropping the gold on the table near the bed and heading out the door.
The next morning, Platinum decided to head out to the marketplace for an early breakfast. It proved to be a costly move. On her way to the tram, a carriage pulled up and three men jumped her, knocking her out.
When she awoke, she couldn't tell where she was, a cloth bag was tied over her head and torso, but she could hear the mocking voice of the young noble from the previous night. He was making sure that word of his deficiencies would not get out, whether Platinum liked it or not. She pleaded them not to leave her wherever she was, but she was only rewarded with a kick to the stomach and a promise that she wouldn't be worrying about things for much longer. The footsteps paced away from her, and she heard the carriage pull off into the distance.
Platinum struggled to get the bag off of her, and when she heard the scuffling sounds behind her, sounds that only sounded vaguely human, she fought even harder. However, by the time she removed it, it was too late. An Infected was upon her, and already had a hold of her leg. While thankful there was only one, there was no time to hesitate as she frantically tried to boot the zombie off of her, but he succeeded in fiercely clawing Platinum's left leg as he went to take a bite. Platinum scrambled away, and as the zombie gave chase, she spotted a sizable rock. When the zombie caught up, his head was introduced to the broad side of it, and when he fell, Platinum took the opportunity to bring the two together as the zombie's skull was caved in. However, the damage was already done.
As she walked off, trying to find someone, anyone who could help her get back to civilization, Platinum saw the tell tale signs of infection setting in. Her leg was becoming pale and blotchy, and the sickly color was quickly spreading. She became worried that she would soon succumb to the injuries before receiving treatment, but her leg didn't feel like it was going to fall off. She kept walking towards what she hoped was Ritheen, but in actually was the opposite direction. She travelled for days looking for aid and finding none, and the condition worsened. As her left leg was consumed by the strain, claws sprouted from her toes, stretching past the edge of her sandals, and the color was draining from her body. Every time she stopped at a questionable looking pool of water for a drink, she could see the damage being done internally, as her blue eyes faded first to a pale blue on the third day, to an off-white on the sixth day. It was after that discovery that she went unconscious for the second time that week.
When she awoke, she found herself not a slavering monstrosity, or even still in the plains. It was a run-down wreck of a house, but there was a bed, chair, clothes, and the smell of something cooking in the living room, as well as the smell of someone who didn't smell foreign, at least not now. Once she moved out she saw a man standing near a fire on the floor with a pot suspended over it, bubbling over with the smell that woke her. The man looked human, aside from the green skin, the green hair and the red eyes. He looked over and smiled, baring a set of fangs. He explained that he came across Platinum while on a scavenging trek outside of the small society that he and others like him had set up in the ruins of an ancient city once know as "Buffalo". There were about twenty odd Carriers living in the area, and that Platinum was by far the most beautiful Carrier he had seen since he had been turned. Platinum was confused until she got a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror against the wall. Her skin was now completely grey, her eyes hollow shells of their former glory. The claws from her feet now also adorned her hands, and she looked like a mockery of her former self. She broke down and wept at the sight, until the man came over and tried to comfort her. She resisted at first but after the ordeal she had been through, she found solace in his embrace. She decided to stay with him.
Platinum soon joined Derek in helping build the society at New Buffalo. For almost four years they had a peaceful time. They went on scavenging runs both inside and outside the city. When they weren't looking for food and collecting rain water, Platinum enjoyed rummaging through the ruins of the old city. Her and Derek grew close, although not close enough for her to tell him her real name. She hadn't used it with another man in thirteen years. They also were very intimate together, in a way that Platinum never had before. She was relatively happy, given the situation. However, it wasn't meant to last.
One day, as Platinum and Derek were preparing the group meal, she smelled something on the Eastern winds that was not of her adopted kind, or even of the odd Infected that wandered in. It smelled foul, and left a metallic taste in her mouth. She shouted a warning to the others in the area, and Derek took her back into their home, into a converted basement. The returning scavengers weren't so lucky. As they returned with contributions to the stew, a battalion of Ritheen soldiers on orders to expand the territory marched through the city, capturing and executing Carriers left and right. They had the advantage of a captive Carrier, directing the soldiers to where the others were hiding. Platinum and Derek could hear footsteps above, but Derek camouflaged his cellar well, and they walked back out. It was only when the captive Carrier insisted that he could smell Carrier blood inside that the commanding officer made an offer; come out and be captured, so the Baron could use their impressive stealth skills, or refuse and have the house demolished via explosive.
Derek looked at Platinum, told her that at least one of them had to survive, and he climbed up towards the door. Platinum begged him not to, that it was probably an empty bluff, but he didn't even turn. He marched out, hands drawn, offering to come peacefully, as long as he could ride with the other Carrier. Getting a passive Carrier was a nice coup, so the squad leader granted his request. Being so close to the traitor Carrier, no other Carrier smells could be detected, and satisfied with the result of the expedition, the squad leader ordered a retreat back to Ritheen lands.
Platinum waited at least 10 minutes until she couldn't hear the massive convoy any more. She ran outside, but there was no trace of Derek or the soldiers. Just the bodies of the Carriers who weren't valuable enough to the squad, and the tread marks left by the giant vehicle that accompanied them. She was filled with emotions she long thought she discarded once she entered the courtesan lifestyle, and now the camel's back was broken. She gathered whatever meagre rations and clothes that had been left untouched by the soldiers and set off following the tire tracks. After a few days she reached civilization for the first time in years, making it to Triumph. Sneaking into the city through the ghettos, she is looking to find out whatever info she can regarding the whereabouts of Derek and what she might have to do to try and free him.
Notes: Only a handful of people were given the courtesy of knowing Platinum's real name before her transformation, and no one has earned it since, not even in the Buffalo ruins, although she does regret that fact.
Link: Here
Sex: Available, but you won't like the result (Female)
Age: 30
Race: Carrier
Class and Profession: Former Artisan/Courtesan, Current "Criminal"
Appearance: Platinum's nickname and defining trademark as a courtesan was her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. She's happy it retained its color when she became a Carrier. Sadly, it's the only thing that kept it's color. Her skin is now a pale grey, freckled with spots of dark grey, and her once shimmering blue eyes are now empty pools of white, staring out but not showing anything inside. Her hands now sport half-inch long claws, the same color as her eyes. In her prime she had a body that placed her at the top of every patron's wish list, but it's wasted away to a shell of it's former glory as the result of having to scavenge on the wastelands for four years. It's now more wiry than anything, her curves now stretched out over the muscles she needed to add for travel amidst the forsaken earth.
She wears a full-length brown cloak with hood that covers her entire body, for obvious camouflouging reasons. For dealing with the harsh wasteland winters, and to protect from "zombie" bites, she has acquired a thick black jacket, a woollen pair of pants and a pair of boots that while one size too large are the best she can do for protecting her feet and accommodating her additions. Underneath however, she currently wears a rayon tank top and a short pair of shorts pulled from the ruins she called her home for the past three years. They are a small reminder of her former life, of one she hopes against hope to go back to someday.
Skills and Abilities: Four years of constant running and fighting have given Platinum an athletic body, though nothing that would make her a favorite in a gladiatorial match, even the mud wrestling ones. With her infection however, came a set of claws that proved quite useful in helping defend against zombies. The ones on her hands get a lot more action than the ones on her feet, but they are useful nonetheless. She also has enhanced smell receptors, allowing her to know when someone approaches before they have a chance to spot her. By the time they do, they have claws in their jugular.
Equipment: At the current time, Platinum has nothing but the clothes on her back. Weapons are not useful in her hands, and they would weigh her down. If she can get anything useful while in Triumph, she wouldn't be opposed to taking it.
Kristina was born in Rendil, into a moderately successful Artisan family. Her mother was a painter/model and her father was a filmmaker. It became apparent from an early age that Kristina had not only inherited her mother's good looks, but taken her father's flair for the dramatic as well, and she became a top prospect for courtesan training. The three brothels in Rendil fiercely fought to secure her talents and in the end she chose the Loose Cannons as her port of call, taking up the pseudonym "Katy Ka-Boom" and working pyrotechnics into her act, like the legendary performers of old.
After three years, "Katy Ka-Boom's" notoriety grew and the Loose Cannons gained the edge on the other two brothels, the Gilded Cage and Ralph's Old-Fashioned Family Funhouse, and the brawls intensified, making the security forces very happy. However, The Cannons couldn't hold onto their star forever, and a manager from the legendary Golden Sparrow in Baronstadt came calling to acquire her services. They paid a handsome sum to the Cannons for her rights and Kristina was on the move to the big city.
Upon arrival at the Golden Sparrow, she was told she would have to adopt a new persona, in line with the stylings offered by the club. Given that everyone had stage names based on valuable goods, and she already had the hair color to back it up, she took the name "Platinum" and was immediately slotted into the rotation. The ritzy setting didn't allow for the kind of stage show she gave patrons back in Rendil, but her sultry movements and ample body were more than enough to make her one of the most requested escorts at the club.
As she solidified her status as one of the top performers, eventually the lifestyle started catching up to her and she started to grow jaded on the work. She took more joy in mentoring the younger courtesans who still had that sparkle in their eyes, and teaching them the arts of the craft. One in particular, who went by the name of Sapphire, was an especially quick study, and soon supplanted Platinum as the most desirable courtesan, even picking up her own proteges. Platinum didn't mind, as it meant she attracted less attention, and didn't have to get dolled up for travel as often. She thought about retiring, and talked openly about it, wanting to get into painting like her mother did and start a family with a special someone.
One day, a young noble showed up, party in tow. It was his 19th birthday and he was going to celebrate by becoming a man. He demanded the prettiest courtesan available for the entire evening, and since Sapphire and a couple others were out on escort duties, Platinum got the call. Once the two got down to business however, it became apparent that not only was the noble boy unversed in the ways of love-making and lacking in the equipment category, but aggressive and violent when he failed, blaming the escort instead of himself. He slapped Platinum, and not in an erotic way. Eventually, Platinum had enough and shoved the noble away, chiding him for his shortcomings. She promised not to spread word about it to the other nobles if he paid her in full and went out on his way. The noble thought for a moment before dropping the gold on the table near the bed and heading out the door.
The next morning, Platinum decided to head out to the marketplace for an early breakfast. It proved to be a costly move. On her way to the tram, a carriage pulled up and three men jumped her, knocking her out.
When she awoke, she couldn't tell where she was, a cloth bag was tied over her head and torso, but she could hear the mocking voice of the young noble from the previous night. He was making sure that word of his deficiencies would not get out, whether Platinum liked it or not. She pleaded them not to leave her wherever she was, but she was only rewarded with a kick to the stomach and a promise that she wouldn't be worrying about things for much longer. The footsteps paced away from her, and she heard the carriage pull off into the distance.
Platinum struggled to get the bag off of her, and when she heard the scuffling sounds behind her, sounds that only sounded vaguely human, she fought even harder. However, by the time she removed it, it was too late. An Infected was upon her, and already had a hold of her leg. While thankful there was only one, there was no time to hesitate as she frantically tried to boot the zombie off of her, but he succeeded in fiercely clawing Platinum's left leg as he went to take a bite. Platinum scrambled away, and as the zombie gave chase, she spotted a sizable rock. When the zombie caught up, his head was introduced to the broad side of it, and when he fell, Platinum took the opportunity to bring the two together as the zombie's skull was caved in. However, the damage was already done.
As she walked off, trying to find someone, anyone who could help her get back to civilization, Platinum saw the tell tale signs of infection setting in. Her leg was becoming pale and blotchy, and the sickly color was quickly spreading. She became worried that she would soon succumb to the injuries before receiving treatment, but her leg didn't feel like it was going to fall off. She kept walking towards what she hoped was Ritheen, but in actually was the opposite direction. She travelled for days looking for aid and finding none, and the condition worsened. As her left leg was consumed by the strain, claws sprouted from her toes, stretching past the edge of her sandals, and the color was draining from her body. Every time she stopped at a questionable looking pool of water for a drink, she could see the damage being done internally, as her blue eyes faded first to a pale blue on the third day, to an off-white on the sixth day. It was after that discovery that she went unconscious for the second time that week.
When she awoke, she found herself not a slavering monstrosity, or even still in the plains. It was a run-down wreck of a house, but there was a bed, chair, clothes, and the smell of something cooking in the living room, as well as the smell of someone who didn't smell foreign, at least not now. Once she moved out she saw a man standing near a fire on the floor with a pot suspended over it, bubbling over with the smell that woke her. The man looked human, aside from the green skin, the green hair and the red eyes. He looked over and smiled, baring a set of fangs. He explained that he came across Platinum while on a scavenging trek outside of the small society that he and others like him had set up in the ruins of an ancient city once know as "Buffalo". There were about twenty odd Carriers living in the area, and that Platinum was by far the most beautiful Carrier he had seen since he had been turned. Platinum was confused until she got a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror against the wall. Her skin was now completely grey, her eyes hollow shells of their former glory. The claws from her feet now also adorned her hands, and she looked like a mockery of her former self. She broke down and wept at the sight, until the man came over and tried to comfort her. She resisted at first but after the ordeal she had been through, she found solace in his embrace. She decided to stay with him.
Platinum soon joined Derek in helping build the society at New Buffalo. For almost four years they had a peaceful time. They went on scavenging runs both inside and outside the city. When they weren't looking for food and collecting rain water, Platinum enjoyed rummaging through the ruins of the old city. Her and Derek grew close, although not close enough for her to tell him her real name. She hadn't used it with another man in thirteen years. They also were very intimate together, in a way that Platinum never had before. She was relatively happy, given the situation. However, it wasn't meant to last.
One day, as Platinum and Derek were preparing the group meal, she smelled something on the Eastern winds that was not of her adopted kind, or even of the odd Infected that wandered in. It smelled foul, and left a metallic taste in her mouth. She shouted a warning to the others in the area, and Derek took her back into their home, into a converted basement. The returning scavengers weren't so lucky. As they returned with contributions to the stew, a battalion of Ritheen soldiers on orders to expand the territory marched through the city, capturing and executing Carriers left and right. They had the advantage of a captive Carrier, directing the soldiers to where the others were hiding. Platinum and Derek could hear footsteps above, but Derek camouflaged his cellar well, and they walked back out. It was only when the captive Carrier insisted that he could smell Carrier blood inside that the commanding officer made an offer; come out and be captured, so the Baron could use their impressive stealth skills, or refuse and have the house demolished via explosive.
Derek looked at Platinum, told her that at least one of them had to survive, and he climbed up towards the door. Platinum begged him not to, that it was probably an empty bluff, but he didn't even turn. He marched out, hands drawn, offering to come peacefully, as long as he could ride with the other Carrier. Getting a passive Carrier was a nice coup, so the squad leader granted his request. Being so close to the traitor Carrier, no other Carrier smells could be detected, and satisfied with the result of the expedition, the squad leader ordered a retreat back to Ritheen lands.
Platinum waited at least 10 minutes until she couldn't hear the massive convoy any more. She ran outside, but there was no trace of Derek or the soldiers. Just the bodies of the Carriers who weren't valuable enough to the squad, and the tread marks left by the giant vehicle that accompanied them. She was filled with emotions she long thought she discarded once she entered the courtesan lifestyle, and now the camel's back was broken. She gathered whatever meagre rations and clothes that had been left untouched by the soldiers and set off following the tire tracks. After a few days she reached civilization for the first time in years, making it to Triumph. Sneaking into the city through the ghettos, she is looking to find out whatever info she can regarding the whereabouts of Derek and what she might have to do to try and free him.
Notes: Only a handful of people were given the courtesy of knowing Platinum's real name before her transformation, and no one has earned it since, not even in the Buffalo ruins, although she does regret that fact.
Link: Here