((Can I vote for Atlanta? I vote this takes place in Atlanta.))
Name: Phoebe Jones
Age: 25
Appearance: Phoebe is a 5'5", tanned, muscular Caucasian chick. Her hair is a mess of dark brown frizz carefully contained in a ponytail. She has blue eyes and prescription eyeglasses. She wears the same outfit every day: a gray tanktop, sports bra, jeans, and her heavy-duty work boots that smell like sh** because they've been in sh** many times.
Pre-Outbreak Occupation: Phoebe worked as a zookeeper and tour guide for [TOWN] Zoo. She and two other zookeepers cared for the mammals of the zoo; feeding them, cleaning them and their enclosure, and helping raise the babies. Phoebe and the other zookeepers at [TOWN] Zoo took turns guiding the tour of the zoo.
Special skills: Phoebe has a vast knowledge of mammals, both native to the US and exotic ones kept at the zoo, such as sloths and monkeys. Her knowledge of reptiles, fish, birds, and invertebrates is rather lacking, but it covers the basics and some facts. (However, she does know a lot about worms, due to an odd fascination with the simple creatures.) Phoebe has a Masters in animal behaviorism, so her knowledge of the behaviors of animals is the best. She's quite skilled in quickly cleaning after a hazardous mess, such as elephant poo, or lion vomit.
Personality: Phoebe is friendly, optimistic, kind, and courageous at heart. However, she suffers from major depression, and did not handle the Outbreak well. (Luckily she stole about two years worth of her anti-depressant from the city's mental hospital just a week after the disease really set in.) She's darker now; paranoid, prone to lash out, and concerned only for her survival. She has little to trust but herself and her knowledge of survival.
Owned items: She carries pocket knife that function as a bottle opener, knife (duh), philip's head screwdriver, tiny pliers, and nail file. Her choice weapons is an aluminum baseball bat she picked up at Dick's Sporting Goods. She always has a backpack with food and water for the trip, and spare bags in it, in case she finds something useful that can't fit in her backpack.
Vehicle: A boring ol' bicycle. She ran out of gas for her Kia.
Bio: Phoebe moved around a lot as a kid. Her mother dated many men online after her father before finally finding "the one" in [TOWN] when she was 15. She and her mother moved in with him under the mutual agreement that he was not a father figure--he didn't want to be a father, and she didn't want one anyway. Phoebe finished high school here and moved on to college right away. She changed majors a lot, having trouble deciding between Biology and Psychology. Combining them turned out to be the right choice! She got her Masters and enrolled in an internship at [TOWN] Zoo and was hired right after graduation. Life was good, until some dumba** came home with a highly contagious disease that eradicated nearly all human life.
((You know, I see some parallels between this roleplay and that guy with ebola. Except this roleplay ends in death to (nearly) all humans, and that guy's just gonna die alone, bleeding from his skin, eyes, and all orifices.))