Brilliant! :D
Well, here's my CS as it is so far. I'll come back and finish late tonight, probably.
Name: Anneliese
Nickname: Al, Anna
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Description:
Personality: (INFP) Anneliese is generally pretty quiet, especially around people she doesn't know well. However, she pays apt attention to whatever is going on around her, and will laugh, smile, frown, gasp, or otherwise react to the conversation. She just doesn't talk much, until she feels more comfortable around people. She has a quiet, dry wit, and adores jokes, and will occasionally provide some snark or a particularly apropos pun to the conversation.
Anneliese also loves the natural world, and finds solace in the beauty of nature. She's frequently lost in her own mind, and is fond of sitting by herself in some quiet place and thinking for hours at a time. She also has a very strong sense of morality and what she considers to be right and wrong, and will almost always act based on those fundamental beliefs.
She also suffers from severe anxiety and depression. Most of the time, she can manage it fairly well, but there are times when it gets to be overwhelming, especially in the aftermath of the apocalypse.
Appearance: 5'8", average build. Wears jeans, boots, and a white tank top with a flannel plaid shirt, and an old black leather jacket.
Physical capacity: Very poor. Anneliese was horribly out of shape when the apocalypse began, and survived solely through her own strong survivalist instincts, her intelligence, and sheer dumb luck. Mostly sheer dumb luck. In the time since, she's gotten better at running, jumping, and climbing, but she is still very physically unfit.
Backstory: An only child, Anneliese was raised by her single mother and a plethora of loving aunts. Sometime in her early teenage years, her mother remarried, and the three of them lived quite happily. Anneliese went to violin lessons and played in the high school orchestra, watched TV, played video games, fell in love, did reasonably well in school, and got into a good university. She started her freshman year at university studying forensic anthropology, which she is quite passionate about, visited her parents frequently, and was very happy
And then, the world ended.
Weapon of choice: A long, sturdy wooden stick, with the blade of a kitchen knife set into the wood and held in place with gorilla glue and duct tape, used as a sort of homemade quarterstaff or glaive. At the start of the story, the blade has fallen off, and she's on the lookout for a new one. Her stepfather, being a black belt in martial arts, taught her basic self-defense, including how to use a quarterstaff. In addition, her uncle taught her how to fire a gun and she's a fairly good shot, but she doesn't own any firearms.
Fears and weaknesses: Darkness, being alone. She doesn't fear many specific things; rather, her anxiety and paranoia play tricks on her and can trigger panic attacks, in which she feels an overwhelming, crippling sense of impending doom. Major weaknesses include the aforementioned anxiety, poor fitness, and awful vision if she loses her glasses.
Interests: Music, nature/animals, spirituality, science, medicine, forensic anthropology.
Other: She's completely obsessed with The X-Files. She can also play the violin and some piano.
It feels a bit odd to talk about myself in the third person, lol.