I am an artist, traveler, and part time commune member. I've been roleplaying for years, since I was ten. I spend a lot of time scavenging through junk either to repurpose or use in my artwork, which involves metal and glass blowing. They often refer to me as a creature of the night.
I've been ill for the past week or so, unable to spend more than a few seconds close to a screen without my eyes exploding lol. I'll be able to start working on a post shortly.
Appearance: The young girl before you had bright blue, scrutinizing eyes, scanning both you and your surroundings with a cold and calculating demeanor, absorbing every scrap of detail that they could. Something about this look would probably make you feel uneasy, as if the woman were imagining exactly where you fit in the world around her... or perhaps what she has planned for the world around her. Yet, these untrusting feelings are usually brought to ease when a greeting fluently rolls off her tongue, escaping from behind lips that held a hint of pout to them. Her face and bone structure had a soft, feminine shape, proudly displaying freckles that were scattered under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose. Her skin was pale and smooth, free of pockmarks and scars, and bringing out the color of her ginger hair. Although the style of these wavy locks were short, in that of a pixie cut, it complimented her features very well. One might even assume her to be a flapper would she have been a bit older.
Esther had a small, non - intimidating frame. She couldn't have been taller than 5'6" and weighed little over 110 pounds. She didn't have much muscle but had virtually no fat as well. One might even mistake her for a young boy from a distance, though up close her complexion was not questionable. One could only assume that she was athletically average at best, likely to lose a competition or fight unless she had some sort of edge. She wasn't even much more quick on her feet or more perceptive than others, so she was only decent at best when it came to shooting as well.
When she wasn't wearing the uniform provided to her by Farmer Tackett, Esther's dress was often bland and unremarkable men's clothes, making her seem a little odd in the eyes of most folk. She tended to wear a striped long sleeve shirt and a pair of tan corduroy overalls with black boots. She kept a black bandana tied around her neck, loose enough to pull up around her face. More than likely this outfit was simply a comfort to her.
Personality: The young woman could be any range of personalities, depending on who you might be and what situation you're in with her. Most often presented was a nineteen - year old girl, both innocent and charming, interested in having new experiences and meeting new people. Seemingly dependent on those around her. She seemed kind and fair hearted, looking at life positively. She even appeared to be very well educated and quite intelligent to boot, having an interest in politics, literature, and even the sciences.
At the same time, she had a strike of independence to her. Between the way she dressed and how she wasn't afraid to speak her opinion. One might find such behavior to be confusing in comparison to her usually graceful ways. Others, although few, might find her fiery nature to be respectable in the modern age.
There was something off about her, though. Even in heartfelt conversation or during a friendly moment, there was something in her eyes that was strange. It was as if there was no emotion behind them, like the way she presented herself was a facade. It made most feel uneasy. Sometimes revealed was the real Esther. A cold - hearted woman who only cared for herself. One who saw this side of her would have no doubt that she was untrustworthy, willing to stab you in the back for your pocket change if she could get away with it.
In fact, there was a rather large possibility that she got some sort of pleasure out of such misdeeds. Between this ruthless view on others and a lust for danger, one might even find it to be a bad idea to bring her on any sort of mission. Whether it be out of fear of her throwing you to the infected to save herself or simply the reckless behavior brought on by her lack of fearing death, it's obvious that trusting her would be a mistake.
The truth is, she lives for cheap thrills, often at the expense of others. Even in times such as these.
History: Esther was born to a rather wealthy family of French descent, finding home in upper class New York City. Because of this, she was given access to a great education and many other amenities. She led a fairly boring life and was unlike most of her peers, finding little joy in most facets of life and finding herself to be fairly anti - social, spending most of her time reading. Despite this upbringing, she never found it hard to insert herself into whatever situation she found necessary.
It wasn't until her family's great upheaval, when the girl had just completed her education, that life had changed significantly. A fire completely demolished the family home, and although her remains were never found, Esther had disappeared and was assumed dead. The authorities found that the cause of the flame was arson and a servant was blamed, though they claimed ignorance.
Esther made her way down South, fitting in with a wave of disenfranchised folk simply looking for work. She met many travelling folk, learning how to survive with them, and finding comfort in booze as they did. By the time that she had made it down to Florida, Esther found a job on the Tackett farm as a housemaid. Although she had no desire to do the work, something about the job called to her. Food, a bed, and a home full of young women, perhaps? Besides, the money would keep her drunk for the time being.
So she began her work and mostly kept to herself, except for when she needed a ride down to the local bar.
Inventory: Switchblade, flask, cigarettes, matches, and leather gloves.
A maid who generally seems like an ecstatic youth, eager to make friends and earn a living through hard work. However, as the the world descends into chaos, so does she. She'll soon realize her opportunities to fulfill her alcoholic and sociopathic desires.
I usually have characters who begin on the rough side of things and de escalate through friendship and growth , but I want this one to be the opposite. A character that descends into violence and unlawful behavior, becoming an untrustworthy individual before the eyes of her peers. Perhaps to the point that the only reason she's still around is because they were surviving together from the start.
I am an artist, traveler, and part time commune member. I've been roleplaying for years, since I was ten. I spend a lot of time scavenging through junk either to repurpose or use in my artwork, which involves metal and glass blowing. They often refer to me as a creature of the night.
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